I do like a person to say they're sorry when they ought to be--especially a grown-up.

They do it so seldom.

I suppose that's why we think so much of it.
But Alice and I didn't feel jolly for ever so long afterwards.

And when I went back into the dining-room I saw how different it was from when Mother was here, and we are different, and Father is different, and nothing is like it was.

I am glad I am not made to think about it every day.
I went and found Alice, and told her what the lady had said, and when she had finished crying we put away the bottle and said we would not try to sell any more to people who came.