Max patted her cheek and then stole his little arm round her neck in a perfectly cherubic way.
“I’m solly,” he said; then he seemed to realize more clearly that the lady’s honour had to be vindicated before all these “girls,” and he repeated more loudly and without being asked, “I’m velly solly.”
“You darling!” cried the delighted Miss Bibby, and clasped and kissed him again.
Pauline wheeled “Trike” out to the foot of the steps, Lynn rushed for the ever lost boy-hat, Muffie flew to pick a stone up from the path before the little wheel.
Then a flash of irresistible humour shone in Kate Kinross’s eyes.
“Max,” she said with exceeding suddenness, “what are you sorry for?”
Max mounted his machine from behind and settled himself in his saddle.
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“Solly cos I was shut up,” he said in the most perfect faith, and then pushed at his little red pedals and started slowly away.
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