"Come an' see," was her mother's reply. "I canna tell ye."
Mary Ann came sauntering into the shop. When she saw Marjory she stopped and stared.
"Hallo!" she said mockingly. "Want some more of what you had last time?"
Marjory flushed, and then with an effort, and speaking very quickly, she said,—
"I've come to say I'm sorry I called you an ugly name, but I think you were unkind in what you said."
"Do you suppose I care whether you call me names or not?" And the girl gave a hard laugh.
"No; but I care. I am ashamed of myself."
Mrs. Smylie looked on and listened, curious to see how the affair would end.
"You are a queer little kid," said Mary Ann. "Any one can see you haven't been to school. No girl in our school would come and eat humble pie like this. Well, I believe I did say a lot of stuff just to rub you up, and if you're sorry I'm sorry too, so we'll shake hands—eh?"
The girls shook hands, and Marjory, again saying good-afternoon to Mrs. Smylie, left the shop.