Judith of the Cumberlands

Chapter I

Spring

"Won't you be jest dressed to kill an' cripple when you get that on! Don't it set her off, Jeffy Ann?"

The village milliner fell back, hands on hips, thin lips screwed up, and regarded the possible purchaser through narrowed eyes of simulated ecstasy.

"I don't know," debated the brown beauty, surveying hersel...