pipe and put a fresh panful of towels on to boil, before settling himself in his homemade armchair.
"I understand Scott gave you a little blue roan that's a real bucker," he said.
"He didn't give him to me. It was pay for some work I did for him. "
"Uhuh! What do you aim to do with him?"
"Keep him unbroke for the Fourth of July rodeo. And, Peter, I'm going to enter my Sioux bull for some stunts."
"Dangerous work, I'd say. What kind of stunts?"
The young girl chuckled. "You wait and see! That Sioux weighs a good two thousand pounds and he thinks he's a bear cub!"
"Bear cub! I don't know what John Spencer's thinking of!" grunted Peter.
"John doesn't think. He just feels," said Judith. There was a short silence which the girl broke by saying, "Peter, were you ever in love?"
The postmaster took his pipe from his mouth, stared at Judith's earnest eyes, put the pipe back and replied, "Yes."
"How many times?"
"How many times? Can you really be in love more than once, Judith?"
"Now, what's the use of saying that to me, Peter? I'm not a baby!"
"In many ways you are," returned Peter, serenely. "Why this interest in love? What's his name?"
"I'm not sure it's any one. But of course I think a lot about it. You aren't laughing, are you, Peter?"
"God forbid! I feel much more like crying."
Judith smiled up at him, doubtfully.
"Crying?"
