They spent the morning in such peaceful converse. While Bambi may not have added greatly to the cherry-pitting, she rose rested and with a collected mind.
"Ardelia, I thank you for a dose of calm," she said, laying her hand affectionately on the black woman's broad shoulder.
"Law, honey, I done enjoyed your sassiety," she said, laughing and patting her hand.
Within the course of a few days Bambi had an appeal from Jarvis:
"Are you ill? Is anything the matter? Are you merely tired of me that you do not write? Your letters are the only event of my days."
This gave her the chance she wanted.
"You seem to be unaware, my dear Jarvis, that in offering a rude rebuff to Mr. Strong you offended me, since he is my good friend and came to see you at my request. I think you made as poor an impression on him as he did upon you, at the time of your meeting, and it was as a politeness to me that he came to look you up. I think an apology to both of us is rather necessary."
A week elapsed, with no reply. Then came a characteristic answer:
"DEAR BAMBI: Please find enclosed copy of apology sent Strong to-day. I don't like him, but I have apologized. I also apologize to you. Please don't omit letters any more. They mean a great deal these days."
She pondered this for some time. That Jarvis was going through new and trying experiences she realized. But this human appeal for her letters was so unlike the old Jarvis that she had to read it many times to believe it was actually there.