Was this the staid young lawyer who had determined to see no more of this red-haired girl--to nip in the bud any feeling he might have developed for her? Was this the same man, running down dale and up hill with a basket of broken china on his arm, while the red-haired girl chased on ahead with an empty milk can, running to make up for lost time and not be late with the motormen's supper? He must wait and help Judith carry the basket. She had no time to wrangle with him about whether he should or should not wait. Supper was cooked but it must be packed properly and the finishing touches put to it. Mrs. Buck was wandering around the kitchen making futile attempts to help. Jeff, who was sitting outside on a bench under the syringa bushes, could hear her querulous drawl and Judith's quick, good-natured replies. "Never mind the china, Mumsy. Some of the pieces can be used as soap dishes and some maybe we can mend. I'll tell you all about how it happened some day but now I must hurry. There's a young man waiting in the back yard to help me carry my basket. If you look out the side window you can see who it is, but don't let him see you peeping." Then there was the mad race back to the station. There was no time or breath for talk. They reached the platform several minutes before the seven o'clock trolley. "Heavens! I came mighty near forgetting what I came all the way from Buck Hill to find out," declared Jeff. "And what was that?" "I got to wondering what you would have in your baskets this evening." "Ham croquettes, buttered beets, potato salad and hot muffins. Blackberry dumpling for dessert!" Judith smiled, as she chanted the menu. CHAPTER XIX Miss Ann Moves On The Bucknors of Buck Hill were going abroad. It was all settled and they were to start as soon as necessary arrangements could be made. The plan had been born in Mildred's mind and she had influenced her mother, who in turn had persuaded her husband and now passage was engaged and it was only a matter of a few weeks before they would sail. It had all come about because Jeff had felt in duty bound to inform his sister that Tom Harbison had come back to Ryeville with the intention of calling on another girl, and that girl Judith Buck. "I always said she was a forward minx," stormed Mildred. "Right forward with her milk can," laughed Jeff, and then he told of Tom's rebuff and of the blow he had received instead of the kiss he demanded. "He's not worthy of you, little sister, and you must not bother your head about him," said Jeff. But Mildred did worry and sulk and feel miserable. Tom had made more impression on Mildred's heart than Jeff had dreamed possible. The girl was suffering from blighted affections as well as mortification--both of which no doubt would be dispelled by the European trip. Jeff was to settle in Louisville and the home would be closed, with Aunt Em'ly as caretaker. But what was to become of Cousin Ann?