Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-01-09

IN sorry.
wrDY carried the mud figure
home carefully wrapped in her
handkerchief. Honey smiled at
~ it. but she was as encouraging
as Dabs.
LOT of children make those" she
pointed out unenthusia Stically to Dabs
at mention of Baller But stuhbornly
enough Dabs would not let go Of the
idea. And he carried the little mud
figure over TO Baller's studio.
When he came home he reported
briefly, She starts lessons on
Wednesday,
And on Wednesday she did start
with Baller in his stuffy studio. or
all artists she hated Baller least, and
the lessons opened a new world to
her. In her way Judy was harry
BY and by she forgot TO hate me
Darien place as she had hated II at
first, after her hurt. She began walk
ing by there again in her spare
moments, staring in.
BY and by came Autumn. The
great trees burned with red and
golden leaves. Stir and hurry came
into the streets. Washington was
waking up for the Winter. Every
morning there was a tingiing and an
excitement in the air. Servants We're
busily opening the great houses.
Rugs hung out and doors stood wide.
1t was late afternoon, and there
was the first faint chill of coming
frost in the air. She felt very small
and lonely, approaching the great
Suddenly her heart gave a leap.
The gates were ajar! And the little
boy was in the garden!
He was cruel! He had hurt her,
She hated him! But If he should
want to play with her.. She would
say, I'm clean now' Cleaner than
you are, And l don't want to play
with your She might even say,
You're a dirty little boy" But he
wasn't! Even now in his darker
clothes he was clean, shining like
metal. Judy paused, catching her
breath. She did so want to play with
him!
There was a little girl in the garden
with him. She was a fat little girl
with long yellow curls and big blue
eyes and she was wrapped up in furs
until she looked like a bear.
Judy stopped and stared at the two
in the garden. They didn't seem to
be having a very good time. They
just stood around and walked by the
bushes and now and then picked up a
y
Suppose she should go In there and
play with them? No one would call
her a dirty little rat now! Would
they like her to play with them? She
could make mud figures for them.
Perhaps they would like that
"Hullo!' she said, looking straight
at the little boy. Would he be angry
with her? Would he remember that
she had called him Sissy?
He looked up. His glance was cold.
Indifferent. He had forgotten her.
what do you want?" he asked her
politely.
I'D like to play with YOU" said
Judy bravely.
The eyes of the little girl with the
golden curls were turned upon her.
They were cold, hard eyes like blue
marbles. She pressed closer to the
boy.
who is she, Jack?" she asked
loudly
Judy's cheeks burned.
Il don't know. Let's let her play
with US, though"
My nurse doesn't let me play with
street children"
II can make figures in mud" Judy
said loudly.
The boy was interested. He put
down small whip he carried. Can
you? Let's see"' he said.
Judy dropped down promptly on the
edge of the graveled walk where the
grass was thin.
Watch she said. She was at
home now. happy. These mud figures
were her one trick.
She dug her little brown hands deep
In the earth and brought up a hand
full of mud.
Watch she said again, happily.
The boy came over close to her, but
the little girl stood as she had when
Judy first came into the garden. She
was wary, alert. Her eyes watched
Judy coldly.
Swiftly, carelessly Judy nodded the
small figure. Unconsciously she was
at work upon a figure Of the boy.
a dab here, a push there. Suddenly
on the palm of her hands she held up
the finished work. 1t was rough, un-
couth, but ii was figure Of the boy.
In an instant he realized 1t. "Oh,
lookr he cried eagerly. He turned
toward the little girl with the hard
eyes. Look" he cried. She; made
me-
The little girl looked but her eyes
didn't brighten. Il don't like her"
she said. Suddenly she laughed. ma
liciously. Look at her funny clothes,
And her hair. Cut short just like
boys hair"'
The blow had been swift and sure.
Judy stumbled TO her feet. Her face
flushed But she still chung to the
little mud figure she had made
Il don't like long taffy curls"' she
snarled
The boy touched Judy's arm. viii
YOU give me that mud doll?' he asked
her. Judy held it out to him. But
she did not take her eyes from the
girl with the yellow curls.
Judy's speech had told. The girls
face turned red with rage. her lips
swelled to a pout.
Come away from that funny girl,
jack" she ordered. She's common!
Your mother wouldn't let YOU play
with her. She's dirty little girl
Judy WINGED. I'm not dirty she
denied hotly.
Suddenly the child began TO dance,
to crow with ugly glee. Dirty girl.
Dirty girl! Dirty girl" she sang over
and over.
Judy's small hands clenched into
fists. She made a step toward the
girl. Somewhere in the background
there was fiutter of a maids white
apron. Judy stood still. She turned
the glance of a beaten dog upon the
AboC p"S &c hdu Aie ihuu uOil 6He
had made! He wouldn't let the girl
treat her 50! She met his glance. In
It there was pity. But there was no
protection.
A moment more she stood her
ground.
Dirty girl; Dirty girl Dirty
girl!''
The tears came up. She was going
10 cry! Oh, she mustn't. She mustn't
She would rather die than let that
mean girl see her cry. She flung back
her head proudly, chin in the air,
Dirty girl! Yah, Dirty girl, Yah"