Teddy smiled. 'Thank you, sir, but mother will expect me home to tea; may
I go now? And do you forgive me for what I did the other day?'

Farmer Green stretched out a hard horny hand, and took the boy's small
one. 'Here's my hand on't!' he said with his grim smile. 'I may be a fool
for believing you, but if you're sorry for the past, I won't be the one
to rake it up.'

Teddy's upward look was so full of innocence that he received a clap on
the shoulder.

'Run along; you've made your peace with me.'

And speeding away Teddy whispered to himself,--

'I shall ask mother to make it, and I shall pick the gooseberries myself,
and then he'll know I love him!'

Farmer Green was much bewildered a few days after at receiving a parcel
which was left at his house by some boys on their way back from school;
he was still more puzzled when upon opening it, it proved to be a
gooseberry pudding in a basin, with a piece of paper attached to it, and
these words in very shaky writing, 'I send you my love.--Teddy.'

But his daughter was able to enlighten him, and they had a hearty laugh
over Teddy's mode of confirming the treaty of friendship.