Kate
interposed hastily. "Phenie's pretty, of course--but it takes more than
that to attract a man like Ford. You can't expect him to like her when
she won't look at him, hardly; it makes me feel terribly, because he's
sure to think it's because he--I've tried to make her see that it isn't
right to condemn a man because he has made one mistake. He ought to be
encouraged, instead of being made to feel that he is a--an outcast,
practically. And--"
"Jo don't like Ford, because she's stuck on Dick," stated a shrill,
positive young voice behind them, and Mrs. Kate turned sharply upon her
offspring. "They was waving hands to each other just now, through the
window. I seen 'em," Buddy finished complacently. "Dick was down fixing
the bridge, and--"
"Buddy, you run right out and play! You must not listen to older people
and try to talk about some-thing you don't understand."
"Aw, I understand them two being stuck on each other," Buddy maintained
loftily. "And I seen Dick--"
"Chase yourself outdoors, like your mother said; and don't butt in on--"
"Chester!" reproved Mrs. Kate, waving Buddy out of the kitchen.
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