"Did you say 'mamma'?" she asked.
The great brown eyes said "Yes."
"Do you want her?"
No, that was not it. Cynthia thought a moment.
"Oh. I know!" she exclaimed. "You are sorry about the drive, Edith; is that it? You want mamma to forgive you?"
"Yes."
Cynthia flew down stairs.
"Mamma, mamma!" she cried, scarcely heeding her father, whom she had not seen before, "come quickly! I have found out what Edith wants. She wants you to forgive her for going to drive, and you will, won't you?"
And in a few minutes, satisfied, Edith fell asleep with her hand in that of her mother's.
Many people came to inquire for Edith, for the news of her accident spread like wildfire. Cynthia was obliged to see them all, as Edith would scarcely let her mother go out of her sight. Now that her pride had given way, she showed how completely her step-mother had won her heart, entirely against her own will.