She did not look at Joan as she turned away from the window, but blew out the lights and got into bed.
There was a long silence. Both girls lay perfectly still. By and by sounds came from Joan's pillow, as if she were crying softly and trying to hide it. Nancy lay quite still, and the sounds ceased.
There was another long silence.
"Nancy, are you awake?" came in a voice that shook a little.
"Yes."
"I'm m-most awfully glad."
"Then what are you crying for?"
"Because I'm sorry I've been such a pig; and I d-do so want to be friends again; and you won't."
"Oh, I will, darling old Joan."
Nancy was out of bed, and had thrown herself on Joan's neck. They were mingling tears and kisses together, Nancy crying quite as freely as Joan. They lay talking together for an hour or more, and fell asleep in one another's arms. When morning came, Joan had the happiest waking she had known for many months.