Now," she added, looking round wistfully, "if you wouldn't be cross with me what a nice time we could have working at your garden together." "If you weren't disagreeable, I suppose you mean.

Well, yes, we could.
But you see we're not friends." "And you won't, won't be ?" said Hetty anxiously.
"Well, look here, if you hold this string for me a bit I'll think about it.

My pegs are shaky until the string is fastened up tight, and I can't drop it, and I must go to the stable-yard for some more pegs.

If you hold this string till I come back, perhaps I will forgive you." "Oh yes, I will hold it," said Hetty; and down went her book on the grass, and she took the cord and held it as Mark directed.
"Be sure to keep steady till I come back," he said; "and you mustn't mind if I am kept a little while.

I may have to look for Jack, who has the key of the storehouse where the pegs are kept." And off he went.
When he got to the stable-yard he met a groom who was coming to look for him, saying that his father wanted him to go out riding.