"Quarrelled, eh?" she said simply.
"Oh, no!" Julia felt her eyes watering. "No. I almost wish we had. Because then I could go to him, and say 'I'm sorry!'" she stammered.
"Sorry for what?" demanded Miss Toland.
"For whatever I'd done!" elucidated Julia, with her April smile.
"Yes, but suppose he'd done it, what then?" Miss Toland asked.
"Ah, well," Julia hesitated. "Jim doesn't do things!" she said vaguely.
"Jim's in one of his awful moods, I suppose?" his adopted aunt asked, after a pause.
"Oh, in a dreadful one!" Julia confessed.
"How long—days?"
"Weeks, Aunt Sanna!"