Aren't you sorry you spoilt his supper ?" "Yis," said Tiza, quickly.

"I know father'll beat me, he said he would next time I vexed mother." And this time the pinafore went up in earnest, and Tiza began to cry piteously.
"Don't cry, Tiza," said Milly, her own little cheeks getting wet, too.
"I'll beg him not.

Can't you make up anyway?
Mother says we must always make up if we can when we've done any harm.

I wish I had anything to give you to make up." Tiza suddenly dried her eyes and looked at Milly, with a bright expression which was very puzzling.
"You come with me," she said suddenly, swinging herself down from the tree.

"Come here by the hedge, don't let mother see us." So they ran along the far side of the hedge till they got into the farmyard, and then Tiza led Milly past the hen-house, up to the corner where the hayricks were.