“I did.”
“By Thor, but you’re—”
This was a family oath.
“Hush, no swearing.”
“Oh, by Jove!”
“These are not the Olympic games.”
“Plague it, Aunt Anne says that isn’t swearing. She says—”
“You and Aunt Anne had better be careful how you explain away the commandments. Good night.”
A poet has said that Time is a mighty peacemaker, and it is quite certain that he patches up even our quarrels with ourselves. This Rose found to be the case. The lapse of a day left her less self-annoyance. That certain precedent facts about her bowman cast a humorous aspect about the new acquaintance began to be felt rather as a relieving aid to future social intercourse than as an added embarrassment.