The young man, in the most matter-of-course-way adjusted the wrap to the girl's shoulders as he said: "You are not well, tonight." "Oh, I'm as well as usual--thank you." She smiled faintly.

"Will you forgive us ?" He was about to reply, "Forgive you for what ?" but he checked himself.
Somehow, he could not feign ignorance as to what she meant, neither could he use meaningless words to her.
"We were very rude to you yesterday, both father and I; and I wanted to make some explanations to you, so you would understand.

I am so sorry." "You and your father are already forgiven.

If there were a grain of ill-feeling against him this afternoon, it all completely vanished when I heard him talk at the services." "You were there ?" "Yes.

Now don't you worry." He was nearly to say "Little Sister;" but again he checked himself.