"They had a quarrel, didn't they?" Miss Honey queried. "But they made up, so it was all right."
Caroline shook her head wisely.
"We—ell," she mused, "they made it up, but I don't believe he changed his mind, just the same."
Something puffed loudly in the road, whirred down to a steady growl, and grew fainter and fainter.
"There they go!" Brother cried.
He picked up a bit of bark and tossed it into the little pool.
"I bet you Ridge will be glad to get back to the Place," he said.