posed it; but now he quite likes the idea. You must come up and help entertain him, for I have no idea what I shall do with him for three days.”
“What’ll you do with Fuzz, take him in?” queried Rob, as they turned in at the Allens’ gate.
“No, I will just tie him to the piazza rail,” answered Bess. “He would only trouble Fred.”
So Fuzz was left to wail his heart out on the front steps, while Bess, according to her usual custom, went directly in, without the formality of ringing the bell.
Fred was sitting alone by the fire, moodily pulling to pieces a tea-rose bud. At Bessie’s step he rose and came to meet her, with his usual eager smile; but as he heard the sound of another person, he drew back again and waited.
“It’s me, Fred,” said Rob’s voice. “I came to tell you I was sorry I made you mad.”
“Oh, Bob, I’m glad you’ve come back! I was horrid.”
And the reconciliation was complete.
