CHAPTER 23--Peace-Making.
"Steve, I want you to tell me something," said Rose to Dandy, who was making faces at himself in the glass, while he waited for an answer to the note he brought from his mother to Aunt Plenty.
"P'raps I will, and p'raps I won't.

What is it ?" "Haven't Arch and Charlie quarrelled ?" "Dare say; we fellows are always having little rows, you know.

I do believe a sty is coming on my star-board eye," and Steve affected to be absorbed in a survey of his yellow lashes.
"No, that won't do; I want to know all about it; for I'm sure something more serious than a 'little row' is the matter.

Come, please tell me, Stenie, there's a dear." "Botheration! you don't want me to turn telltale, do you ?" growled Steve, pulling his top-knot, as he always did when perplexed.
"Yes, I do," was Rose's decided answer for she saw from his manner that she was right, and determined to have the secret out of him if coaxing would do it.

"I don't wish you to tell things to everyone, of course, but to me you may, and you must, because I have a right to know.