“He was only noting down the leading points of your testimony, I suppose,” remarked Mrs. Page.
“Leading points?” continued Ronald; “he must have found them pretty thick, then, for he kept scribbling the whole time I was in the room. Did he when you was in there, Henry?”
“Yes,” replied Henry, “he filled a whole page, and began another.”
“Well,” added Ronald, with an air of mock gravity, “I suppose the momentous question is almost decided. I tremble for my fate—don’t you, Henry?”
“Not much,” replied Henry, with a smile.
“After all, I suppose we might as well be resigned,” continued Ronald; “I’m not going to worry about it, any way.”
“I don’t think it will be a very great hardship to either of you, to shake hands and become friends again, if that is all the referees ask,” remarked Mrs. Page.
“Nor I, neither. Come, Henry, let’s do it now, and get the start of them,” cried Ronald; and grasping each other’s hands, the two estranged playmates indulged in a long and hearty shake, and felt that their quarrel was at once healed.
“Well done, boys!” exclaimed Mrs. Page. “Now how much better that is, than to let such a trifling thing make enemies of you. I shouldn’t wonder if you both remembered this act as long as you live; and you’ll always remember it with pleasure, too.”
“Do you suppose that’s all they’ll tell us to do—to shake hands and make up?” inquired Ronald.