Here a deep-drawn sigh broke from him. 'It's very hard, but I've got to tell you I'm sorry I wouldn't let you cross the bridge first, and I'm sorry I said I hated you in church.'
Nancy's bright dark eyes peered inquisitively into the dreamy blue ones opposite her.
'Are you really sorry?' she said.
'I think I am, at least part of me is; my enemy isn't, but I am.'
This was beyond Nancy's comprehension.
'And you'll never get angry, or set those horrid boys at me any more?'
'No, I never will.'
Here a big rosy-cheeked apple was produced hastily out of the other pocket, and presented as a peace offering.
It was taken in silence; then as Nancy's white little teeth met in it she said, with one of her beaming smiles, 'And have I got to love you?'
'I think you had better, because it will make it easier.'