She appeared to have forgotten her unkind good-night, and I was not the man to remind her of it.
"Only another weapon, Sweetheart, besides this prick-point small-sword!" said I, looking at the thing in my hand I doubt not a trifle scornfully.
Helene shut to the door, and for a space I heard no more.

Presently, however, she opened it again, and thrust an axe with a long handle through to me.

It was the very fellow of the weapon I had used on the pendent calf in the kitchen.

I understood at once that it was her apology and her justification as well.

For the Little Playmate was ever a straight lass.