"I 'ear you've offended Miss Sparkes.

I don't know what it is, I'm sure, and I don't ask to be told, 'cause it's none of my business; but I want to make you friends again, and I'm sure you'll apologize to her." "Eh?
Apologize?
Why, of course I will; only too delighted." "That's nice of you.

I always said you were a nice man, ask Polly if I didn't." "The same to you, my dear, and many of 'em! Come along." As if wholly unaware of what was happening Polly had proceeded homewards, not so fast, however, but that the others overtook her with ease before she reached the house.
"How do you do, Miss Sparkes ?" began her enemy, not without diffidence as she turned upon him.

"I'm surprised to hear from Miss Waghorn that something I've said or done has riled you, if I may use the expression.
I couldn't have meant it; I'm sure I 'umbly beg pardon." Strange to say, by this imperfect expression of regret, Miss Sparkes allowed herself to be mollified.

Presenting a three-quarter countenance with a forbearing smile, she answered in the formula of her class: "Oh, I'm sure it's granted." "There now, we're all friends again," said Carrie Waghorn.