"Oh, but I gave him to you," replied Faith earnestly.
"After you hunted for him for two summers, I couldn't be so mean as to take him. I'm just delighted you found him, Faith," and Gladys had a very happy moment then, for she found she was happy. "Let's give him some bits of meat."
"She's all right," thought Ernest, with a swift revulsion of feeling, and he was as embarrassed as he was astonished when his cousin turned suddenly to him:—
"If you'll take me in the boat again," she said, "I won't rock. I'm sorry I did."
"It is a fool trick," blurted out Ernest, "but you're all right, Gladys. I'll take you anywhere you want to go."
Ellen had heard this conversation. Later in the morning she was alone for a minute with Gladys, and the little girl said:—
"Don't you think it would be nice, Ellen, when we get home, to make up a box of pretty things and send to Faith and Ernest?"
"I do, that," replied the surprised Ellen.
"I'm going to ask mother if I can't send them my music-box. They haven't any piano."