I would write and ask him to come over, but it is more than doubtful whether he would come." "He promised that if ever I wanted him he would come," Lucia said, hesitating.
"If you were in need of him I am sure he would, but it would be a kind of impertinence to send for him on that plea when it was not really for that." "But it _is_.

Mamma, don't be angry with me again! Don't be disgusted with me; but I want, so badly, to see him and tell him I behaved wrongly.

I was so cross, so ungrateful, so _horrid_, mamma, that it was enough to make him think all girls bad.

I should _like_ to tell him how sorry I am; I feel as if I should never be happy till I did." When, after this outbreak, Lucia's face went down upon her hands, Mrs.
Costello could not resist a little self-gratulatory smile.

'All may come right yet,' she thought to herself, 'if that wilful boy will only come over.' "I think you are right," she said aloud.