142 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

It happened, however—I am sorry
to be obliged to own it; I feel quite
ashamed now, at this distant day, when
I think of it—it happened one afternoon,
that we quarreled. Yes, we quarreled.
We got so angry with each other, that
our little hearts were transformed into
miniature steam-boilers, and our throats
into steam-pipes, and so the words
whizzed out of our mouths red-hot. I
shall not tell you what we said to each
other. JI am not sure that I remember.
[ have tried to forget it, I do assure you,
and perhaps I have succeeded. But
even if I could remember, I would not
tell you. Suffice it to say, that the