‘They do,’ said the Uncle. ‘Now dry your eyes and run out and play. And if you see your way to letting Mrs. Wilmington know that you’re sorry, it would perhaps be well.’
‘Of course we will if you want us to,’ they said; and Charlotte added:
‘It will be well. She always says it is.’
‘Always says what is what?’
‘She always says everything’s all very well when we say we’re sorry.’
Then they went round to the terraced garden and sat on the grass and talked it all over.
‘And if ever there was an angel uncle, ours is it,’ said Charlotte.
‘Yes,’ said Charles, ‘and Rupert is better. I’m glad we did it, aren’t you?’
‘I suppose so. Yes. No. Yes. I don’t know,’ said Caroline. ‘You see the spell worked. That’s a great thing to be sure of, anyhow.’