"It's her love of it gets across to people who are watching her," mused Peter. "And she rides with a sort of ease that belongs to Jude and no one else, to say nothing of her power over animals. There is a lot to Jude. Too bad she lives in Lost Chief. She hasn't a chance in the world."
"Just how do you mean that?" demanded John.
"Exactly as I said it. She hasn't a chance in the world."
"Chance in the world for what?" John's voice was irritated. "Talk so a fool like me can understand you, Peter."
"I guess you understand me, John. Hello, Judith! I should think you'd be tired enough to go to bed."
"Who? Me?" Judith perched beside Peter. "I should say not! I'd like to go to a dance."
"I sure-gawd will try to give you your fill of dancing for once in Mountain City." The anger had disappeared from John's voice.
"Judith's not going unless her mother goes!" said Douglas coolly.
Judith sniffed. "Her master's voice, again! You'd better horn out of this, Douglas."
"I haven't any intention of keeping out," retorted Douglas.
"You'd better," warned Judith. "If you think I'm going to turn down a chance for a real outfit, without hearing the argument, you're mistaken."
"I told you I'd help you," insisted Douglas.
"You! What could you buy!" jibed the girl.
"I was thinking, Jude," said John, "why don't you let me get you one of those regular riding suits like Eastern women wear, pants and one of those long coats."
