As Johnny was not in the habit of begging pardon, and did it now of his
own free will, Dotty was greatly astonished.

"Yes, Johnny," said she, "I forgive you all up. But then I don't ever
want you to put my eyes out again."

"I won't, now, honest; see 'f I do," replied Master Johnny, in a choked
voice. "And you may have that bouquet-holder, to keep; mother said so."

"O, Johnny!"

"Yes; mother says we can call it a 'peace offering.' Let's not quarrel
any more, Dotty, just to see how 'twill seem."

"What, never!" exclaimed Dotty, starting up on her elbow, and trying to
look through her thick bandage at Johnny. "Never! Why, don't you mean to
come to my house any more, Johnny Eastman?"

"Yes; but I won't quarrel unless you begin it."

"O, _I_ shan't begin it," replied Miss Dimple, confidently; "I never do,
you know."

Johnny had the grace not to retort. He was ashamed of his ungentlemanly
conduct, and knelt before the sofa, gazing sadly at his blindfolded
little cousin. It was a humble place for him, and we will leave him
there, hoping his penitence may do him good for the future.

As for Miss Dimple, we will bid her goodbye while her eyes are closed. Be