I felt bad and wanted you very much.

Laurie and I are both so proud, it's hard to beg pardon.
But I thought he'd come to it, for I was in the right.

He didn't come, and just at night I remembered what you said when Amy fell into the river.

I read my little book, felt better, resolved not to let the sun set on my anger, and ran over to tell Laurie I was sorry.

I met him at the gate, coming for the same thing.