"
That Dora cared a great deal was plain, for her eyes were full of
tears, and those tears did much towards gaining the victory.
"I am not the least bit mad with you, Dora," Elsie hastened to say,
"but I am with Bess. Please ring the bell."
"In one minute, if you will only promise to make up."
"Dora Warner, I tell you I _can't_," stamping her foot. "I can't say
it wasn't my turn, for that would be a story."
"That won't make any difference, for you need not say anything about
it, only that you are willing to make up. You think you were right,
and Bess thinks she was right, so all you have to do is not to say
anything about it. _Please_, Elsie."
Dora's logic may not have been altogether convincing, but her
earnestness was not to be resisted.
"Well," began the prisoner, "I suppose I shall freeze to death if I
don't, so I will only--"
Dora waited for nothing more, but gave the bell a joyous pull.
Louise, who was on her way upstairs, ran back to see who was at the
door.
"Why, it is Dora!" she exclaimed, opening it.
It did not take long to explain, and Elsie was glad to sit down by the
register in the hall and make it up in earnest.
Bess, who heard them talking and ran down, was quite ready to meet her
more than half way, and no one would have guessed, seeing their
friendliness, that an hour ago they were not on speaking terms.
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