"But I am hungry for love," cried Tom, seizing the hand Judith had stretched out for her basket. In the other hand she carried the empty milk can. Up to this time the girl had been half laughing. She was evidently amused by the gallantries of Tom and had met his advances with badinage, thinking he was in jest. However, when he grasped her hand and attempted to draw her towards him, she grew angry. "Let me go, Mr. Harbison. You are forgetting yourself." "I am not forgetting myself. I am just remembering myself. Here I have been in the same neighborhood with you for days and never once have I had so much as a kiss. Please! Please!" He caught the resisting Judith to him. Tom was making a fool of himself and no doubt he would have realized it had he known that another man was hearing his pleading. Jeff on the other hand was so conscious of himself that he had not realized, until Harbison plunged into the frantic love-making, that the couple were not aware of his presence. Under the circumstances, what should he do? He certainly could not beat up a man for asking a beautiful girl to sit down in the shade of a beech tree with him, especially since he had meant to do that very thing himself had not Tom got there ahead of him. Should he make his presence known? Did Judith need his help? The scene progressed so rapidly that before Jeff could make up his mind exactly what he should do Judith raised her empty milk can and gave the persistent Tom such a whack on the side of his head that the cavalier dropped the basket of china and, losing his balance, fell and rolled down the hill. Evidently Judith did not need anyone's help. Tom picked himself up ruefully. Without a word he retraced the path he had so blithely taken a moment before and, hearing the outgoing trolley whistling for the station, he speeded up and boarded the car for Louisville. Then Judith proceeded to sit down by her basket of broken china and burst into tears. "Oh, my dear, my dear!" cried Jeff, no longer uncertain of what he should do. "Don't! Please don't! I wish I had wrung his neck." "You! Where did you come from?" gasped Judith. "I didn't see you. You needn't think I am crying because--because--" "Because you have been insulted?" "No. I'm just so miserable because last night I was so happy, and all day I have been happy and now I am not." She looked like a little girl who had just found out her doll was stuffed with sawdust. "Look at my dishes! As long as they had to be broken I wish I might have had the pleasure of hitting that man with them instead of making a dent in my perfectly good milk cooler." She laughed and began picking up the pieces of china.