"Is Myra very sorry, too?" asked mother.
"Of course she is, mother: I found her crying over it this afternoon. But she stopped pretty soon, and said she would not cry any more." Then Mabel told about the "love-gift."
"I wish I could take some kind of a love-gift, too," said Mabel, seeing that her mother thought this a beautiful thing.
"I am sure you could, if you would." said mother.
"Please, tell me how."
"No. it must be your own love-thought first. You will have to-morrow to think it out. Good-night, now."
Mabel thought and thought a long time, next day. At last she whispered something to mother that made her look very happy, and say "Yes, dear."
On Easter morning Mabel waited for Myra, that they might go to Sunday-school together.
"Oh, oh!" cried Myra, as she saw Mabel, "you have on your pink dress in-stead of your new white one. Now I don't mind my blue one."
