"To the world's end with you, asthore," was Henrietta's reply.
Maureen took her straight up to Daisy.
"Daisy," said Maureen, "she has come to tell you that she is very, very sorry."
"I am indeed, most truly," said Henrietta, and there was absolute conviction in her voice.
"Then of course I forgive you, Fuzzy darling—darling! It was your trying to take off our dearest Maureen that hurt my very soul."
Here she touched Maureen with infinite love and tenderness on the shoulder.
"I quite forgive our Henny," she said.
"Then, my dear Henrietta," said Mrs. Faithful, "there is an end of the matter. You have expressed sorrow and are quite forgiven. Maureen, darling, take her upstairs and remove her punishment frock. We sincerely trust there will not be a repetition of this terrible scene."
During the rest of that day Henrietta was quiet, clinging to Maureen and Daisy and talking very little, but the day after she recovered her usual spirits, for hers was not a nature ever to fret deeply or long.
She ceased, however, to cultivate her gift of mimicry, which was in itself too slight to be of any value.