“I was a beast.”
“No, you weren’t; I was a silly.”
“I was miserable about it.”
“So was I. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I thought you’d never speak to me again, that you’d gone off in a huff, like the heroes in the story books.”
“But the heroes always come back in the story books.”
“I know, and that’s just why I thought that very likely you wouldn’t in real life. I was so unhappy I cried myself to sleep.”
“We were sillies, weren’t we?”
“But it was worth it,” said April.
“Worth it?”
“Don’t you remember how nice you were to me when we made it up?”