I thought I owed her some amends.

Well, she had her bird in her lap, and I think she was crying over it.

But as soon as she saw me she put it out of sight.
I began to tell her how sorry I was about it, but she would not let me go on.

She kissed me as no one ever kissed me since my school friend Ernie died three years ago; and she cried more over the trouble I had brought on myself than over her pet.

And since then," Eunane went on with a softened voice, "she has showed me how pretty its ways are, how clever it is, how fond of her, and she tries to make it friends with me....