THE RECONCILIATION.

“That’s what I used to do, perhaps, when
I did not think; but I shall never do that
any more, I hope. I am trying to be quite
truthful in little things. I am not trying
to please you now, I am saying the exact
truth. I am sorry you do not believe me,
Harry; I am sorry that I have often said
more than the truth against you. I feel
sure now, from your kindness to Arthur,
that you are really good-hearted. If you
won't be friends with me now, perhaps you
will some day, when I have quite cured my
bad habit. ‘Will you, do you think, Harry?”

Harry found his heart softening very
much towards the affectionate little girl,
who spoke only of her own fault and not of
his, and he more than a year older than
she was. ‘You are a good, generous little
thing, Fan,” said he, “I am really very
fond of you and always was, even when you
used to tell such confounded—you know
what. Jam an uncouth, ill-tempered dog;
but if you really mean that you will be
friends with me again, I will try in earnest

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