“I’ll take care of it,” promised Danny’s father.
Bert waited a moment and then walked over to where his former chum was standing, sobbing.
“It’s all right, Danny,” said Bert in a low voice. “I don’t mind, now that it’s known I didn’t do it. I’ll be friends with you again.”
“Tha-thanks,” faltered Danny, and then the hands of the two boys met in a firm clasp.
“They’ll be better friends than ever,” whispered the deacon to Mr. Rugg.
“I hope so,” said the father. “Danny needs a lesson. I hope he will profit by this one.”
Nan rejoiced with Bert when he got home and told all that had happened. The smaller twins had gone to bed, the “sandman” having paid them an early visit.
Nan went up to see if Mrs. Pry wanted anything, and gave her some of the medicine the doctor had left for her.
“It’s snowing yet,” Nan said to the old lady.
“What’s that? You say the kitten’s got a fit?” cried Mrs. Pry. “Land sakes! Well, put it down the cellar!”