Evadne looked up inquiringly.
"I've come to say I am sorry," I exclaimed.
"Oh," said Evadne, a little puzzled, "that's right."
Donino looked from one to the other expectantly; but as his mother made no move, he edged up to her side, and repeated with emphasis: "Dad's sorry."
"That's right," his mother answered, putting her arm round him, and caressing him fondly.
He drew away from her dissatisfied, and walked to the window, where he stood, with his thumbs in his belt, and his chin on his chest.
"O Don," Evadne whispered, "do look at yourself in miniature! But what is the matter? What have I done to disturb him? or left undone?"
"I said I was sorry, and you haven't kissed me," I replied.
Evadne grasped the situation at last, and got up.
"I suppose I must kiss you," she said. "I hope you won't be naughty again."