"Wish he would and done with it." Allyn rolled over on his side with his back inhospitably turned to his caller.
Her dimples came ever so little. Then she said quietly,
"What a dear, courteous soul you are, Allyn! Please do listen to me, for
I've come to tell you something."
"Tell away, if you want to." He pushed aside Melchisedek who had stolen up behind him and pounced down upon his ear.
"I want to make peace."
"Make it."
"But if it takes two to make a quarrel, it probably takes two to make a peace. Allyn, I am tired of fighting. Let's make up."
"What's the use? We should only fight again."
"Perhaps; but sufficient unto the day—We might try it and see."
He made no answer. Instead, he dislodged Melchisedek from a seat on his neck, and reached out for the neglected book. Cicely anticipated him and grasped it first. Quickly she dropped her coaxing tone and became curt and matter-of-fact.