Margaretta gazed scrutinizingly at her. “You have a good heart, Berty. I’m sorry I quarrelled with you.”
“I forgot all about it,” said Berty, simply, “but I don’t like to quarrel with you, Margaretta. It usually gives me a bad feeling inside me.”
“You want to go to River Street?” said Margaretta, abruptly.
“Oh, yes, we shall be so near the river. I am going to keep my boat and canoe. The launch will have to go.”
Margaretta suppressed a smile. “How about the neighbourhood?”
“Don’t like it, but we shall keep to ourselves.”
“And keep the family together,” said Margaretta.
“Yes,” said Berty, soberly. “Trust Grandma to do that. I wish you and Roger could live with us.”
“Bless your heart,” said Margaretta, affectionately throwing an arm around her.
