“The best thing you could have done, I think.”
“Poor child!” Mr. Hunt said. “To use a simile peculiarly appropriate in her case, she is not taking very kindly to bit and bridle. Ease up a bit on her, when you can, Miss Rankin.”
“I intend to. Did you send her to me, Mr. Hunt?”
“To apologize? No. That was one of the things I left to her honor.”
“Quite safely, as it proved,” Miss Rankin answered. “She is a dear child. I think things will run more smoothly now.”
Blue Bonnet was rather late in getting home from school that afternoon, but two of those lessons had been made up.
At the door, her grandmother met her. “Elizabeth!”
Blue Bonnet looked up. “I reckon it’s all right, Grandmother.”
“You have seen Mr. Hunt, Elizabeth?”
“Yes, Grandmother; he was mighty kind.”