"I'm glad to hear it," cried Fanny, "though I could easily have made it up. I would have gone to Mr. Verty, and told him that he was a wretch, or something of that sort, and made him come and be friends again."
Redbud smiled, and said:
"We have not quarreled; but I don't think I shall be able to amuse him very much, if he comes this morning, as I think he will. Please promise me—I don't like Verty to be unhappy."
And the ingenuous face of the young girl was covered with blushes.
"I suppose not!—you and Verty are very good friends!" cried Fanny, looking out of the window, and not observing Redbud's confusion; "but suppose my cavalier comes—what then, madam?"
"Oh, then I absolve you."
"No, indeed!"
"'No, indeed' what?"
"I won't be absolved."
"Why?"