"Oh, Ethel! don't tell him that. You owned you were sorry first."
"So I am; and if Bill will say quits, I'll do him as good a turn some other time."
"All right," said Bill, giving his hand.
"Here, Hatty," cried Ethel, "you must shake hands too. You're better than Squire Morse to settle up quarrels."
She laughed and blushed, giving her little hand first to one, and then to the other.
"Now promise me," she said, "that you'll never quarrel again."
"That's pretty steep. I wouldn't dare venture," cried Ethel, growing very red.
"Oh!" urged Hatty, "I always thought you two the bravest boys in school. Such good scholars ought to be brave."
"I promise to try to be peaceable," answered Bill.
"And I'll agree to think of you, Hatty Maynard, when I want to call hard names. I guess that will cool off the hot blood."