"And now you're sorry you charged Bill with carrying it home," exclaimed Hatty, eagerly.
"Yes, I am. As soon as he spoke about recess I thought where I laid it."
"Don't you think it would be a good plan to ask him to forgive you?" inquired the little peace-maker, drawing him aside.
He made a wry face and hesitated.
"You know, you said some awful hard things," she urged. "I thought then he was pretty good-tempered not to take offense."
She looked in his face so eagerly that he laughed outright.
"Look here, Bill, Hatty thinks I ought to ask your pardon."
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"Well," he said, "for your sake, I will. You always have everything your own way, you know."
"Look here, Bill," he exclaimed, walking back to the fence where his companion stood, and holding out his hand, "I was wrathy and called you names you didn't deserve. Hatty thinks I ought to ask your pardon."