“I see.”
“And so long as you say there’s no ill-will and so long as you agree to forgive and forget, so to speak, why there’s no reason, as you remarked just now, why we shouldn’t be capital friends.”
“I never said no such thing,” said the boy.
“Didn’t you?” said Miss Nutler wonderingly. “Words to that effect, then.”
“No! Not words to that effect, neither.”
“You’re back in the band, aren’t you?”
“I am back in the band.”
“All the girls in our cottage rave about your cornet playing.”
“Straight?” He could not help smiling at this generous compliment.
“As if I should tell a lie,” said Miss Nutler. “Why, they’re always talking about you. How you’ve growed and how you’ve improved in your manner and—there! I tell you. I get quite jealous sometimes.”