"He seems kind o' grumpy."
Ivy picked out a monster berry and put it into her mouth.
"The wind's changing I guess! Boys are like weather-vanes, you never can tell what way they're going next!"
Laura smiled at the idea of comparing staid, dependable Hugh with anything so uncertain as a weather-vane.
Ivy kept on filling her tin cup and pretended not to pay any attention to her brother. She knew her uncalled-for, sarcastic remark had offended him. Had it been anyone else, she would have made ample apology, but it was only poor old Hugh—it was not necessary to trouble herself about him. He would "come round" after while, as he always did. No matter how far in the wrong Ivy might be, it was always Hugh who made the first advances toward a reconciliation. Perhaps if he had waited longer, Ivy might have behaved differently, but Hugh never waited.
Sure enough, he soon gave signs of the "coming round" process, but instead of "coming round" to Ivy with a handful of flowers he had found, he gave them to Alene.
After that it was to Alene he came when he had an especially large berry to show; he insisted upon her eating it; he compared the state of his tin cup and hers, and they made a wager as to whose cup would be filled the first.
His celerity amazed Alene.
"How can you fill yours so quickly?"
"By sticking to a good bush when I find one!"