I guess that ole girl certainly must have a good deal of feeling, because, doggoned, after we'd been sittin' there a while if she didn't have to get out her handkerchief! She kept her face turned away from me--just the same as you're doin' now to keep from laughin'-- but honestly, she cried like somebody at a funeral.

I felt like the darndest fool!" "I'm not laughing," said Fred, but he did not prove it by turning so that his face could be seen.

"What did she say ?" "Oh, she didn't say such an awful lot.

She said one kind o' funny thing though: she said she was sorry she couldn't quite control herself, but if anybody had to see her cry she minded it less because it was an old schoolmate.

What struck me so kind o' funny about that is--why, it looks as if she never knew the way I always hated her so." "Yes," said Fred.