I am going home, and don't think I shall ever come back, so Dan may have my things.
"JACK" It was not an elegant confession, being badly written, much blotted, and very short; but it was a precious paper to Dan; and, when Mr.Bhaer paused, the boy went to him, saying, in a rather broken voice, but with clear eyes, and the frank, respectful manner they had tried to teach him, "I'll say I'm sorry now, and ask you to forgive me, sir." "It was a kind lie, Dan, and I can't help forgiving it; but you see it did no good," said Mr.Bhaer, with a hand on either shoulder, and a face full of relief and affection.
"It kept the boys from plaguing Nat.

That's what I did it for.

It made him right down miserable.

I didn't care so much," explained Dan, as if glad to speak out after his hard silence.
"How could you do it?
You are always so kind to me," faltered Nat, feeling a strong desire to hug his friend and cry.

Two girlish performances, which would have scandalized Dan to the last degree.
"It's all right now, old fellow, so don't be a fool," he said, swallowing the lump in his throat, and laughing out as he had not done for weeks.