As he passed the door out popped Ruperta from some secret ambush, and said, “Well?”
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
“WELL,” replied Compton.
“Are you better, dear?”
“I'm very well, thank you,” said the boy.
“In your mind, I mean. You were cross last time, you know.”
Compton remembered his mother's lessons about manly behavior, and said, in a jaunty way, “Well, I s'pose I was a little cross.”
Now the other cunning little thing had come to apologize, if there was no other way to recover her admirer. But, on this confession, she said, “Oh, if you are sorry for it, I forgive you. You may come and talk.”
Then Compton came and stood on the gate, and they held a long conversation; and, having quarreled last time, parted now with rather violent expressions of attachment.