"In one minute, if you will only promise to make up."
"Dora Warner, I tell you I can't," stamping her foot. "I can't say it wasn't my turn, for that would be a story."
"That won't make any difference, for you need not say anything about it, only that you are willing to make up. You think you were right, and Bess thinks she was right, so all you have to do is not to say anything about it. Please, Elsie."
Dora's logic may not have been altogether convincing, but her earnestness was not to be resisted.
"Well," began the prisoner, "I suppose I shall freeze to death if I don't, so I will only—"
Dora waited for nothing more, but gave the bell a joyous pull.
Louise, who was on her way upstairs, ran back to see who was at the door.
"Why, it is Dora!" she exclaimed, opening it.
It did not take long to explain, and Elsie was glad to sit down by the register in the hall and make it up in earnest.
Bess, who heard them talking and ran down, was quite ready to meet her more than half way, and no one would have guessed, seeing their friendliness, that an hour ago they were not on speaking terms.