“I told my ma ’n’ pa ’bout my not telling you, and they was awful took back. Pa said you might have been killed. An’ then you went and pulled me up with that lame arm of yourn,” Mamie went on, in a lower tone, putting out one finger to touch Cricket’s left arm, of which the fingers were still a little stiff and swollen. “I ain’t forgot that. I’m a-goin’ to be gooder all the time, now,” and here Mamie, quite overcome by her feelings, gave the brown paper bag in Cricket’s hand, a final pat, and, turning around, scampered away to the gates as fast as her feet could carry her.
“Well, I say!” Donald exclaimed, as Cricket, still looking very much amazed, came up the steps. “I should call that a case of clear repentance. Real article.”
“I’ve hopes of Mamie, now,” said Marjorie.
“That certainly is very touching,” said mamma, gently.
“Cricket, you fished to some purpose when you brought up Mamie from the depths,” added Will.
“Whatever has she brought as a peace-offering?” asked Archie, curiously.
Cricket opened the bag and displayed five chocolate mice.
“If they were only cows, now,” shouted Will.
CHAPTER XXIII.
WHEN MAMMA WAS A LITTLE GIRL.
The next morning rather dragged. Eunice was up and about again, though she looked a trifle pale, and did not feel in the mood even for a drive. Cricket went out for a short time with Mopsie, and took the twins with her, but she soon came back, finding that the motion of the pony-cart made her arm ache.