"'James S. Dunlee, will you forgive me?'"
"It wasn't either. What made you climb that ridge-pole? You needn't have done it just because I did. But papa says I've got to—to—ask your pardon."
"H'm! I should think you'd better! Tore my clothes to pieces. Smashed a gold watch."
"You hadn't any business taking that watch."
There was a pause.
"Look here, Jimmy Dunlee, why don't you speak?"
"Haven't anything to say."
"Can't you say, 'I forgive you'?"