“Oh, come, let’s forgive each other all round!” suggested Stephen. “Won’t that do?”
Isel seemed to think it would, for she kissed Derette.
“But you must never, never do such a thing again, child, in all the days of your life!” said she.
“Thank you, Mother, I don’t want to do it again just now,” answered Derette in a satisfied tone.
The afternoon was not over when Anania marched into the Walnut Tree.
“Well, Aunt Isel! I hope you are satisfied now!”
“With what, Anania?”
“That dreadfully wicked child. Didn’t I tell you? I warned you to look after her. If you only would take good advice when folks take the trouble to give it you!”
“Would you be so good as to say what you mean, Anania? I’m not at all satisfied with dreadfully wicked children. I’m very much dissatisfied with them, generally.”
“I mean Derette, of course. I hope you whipped her well!”