"Somebody has been making mischief," was Mrs. Morrison's comment.
"That is what I suppose, mamma, and I think I know who the somebody is. I believe it is Dora Hayes."
"You should not say so unless you have good reasons," said her mother. "Why do you think so?"
Eva told her reasons.
"It looks so, certainly," remarked Mrs. Morrison. "Well, Eva, it is always a great comfort when we can find a plain Scripture rule to guide our conduct in difficult places, and I think there is one which applies exactly to such cases as this."
"What do you mean, mamma?"
"'If thy brother trespass against thee go and tell him his fault between him and thee alone,'" repeated Mrs. Morrison. "Does not that rule seem to throw some light upon your path?"
"I don't know—yes, I suppose it does. And yet—after the way Amy has treated me to-day, I do not feel very much like going to her!"
"Take care, Eva! Don't listen to the whispers of pride. Remember you do not know what provocation Amy may think she has had."
"If she thought I had done wrong, why did not she come and tell me so, instead of sulking and refusing to speak to me?" said Eva.