Papa will forgive Hal before he goes away, I am sure;
only he is making him sorry first, that he may never do such a thing
again."
"I don't like it." And David cried sadly, perhaps because partly he
was tired with having been on his legs more than usual that day; but
his good and loving little self was come home again. He at least had
forgiven his brother the wrong done to himself; and there was no
hanging back that night from the fulness of prayer; no, he rather
felt that he had been unkind; and the last thing heard of him that
night was, that as Sam and Hal were coming up-stairs to bed, a little
white figure stood on the top of the stairs, and a small voice said,
"Hal, please kiss me! I am so sorry I told Papa about--"
"There, hold your tongue," said Hal, cutting him short with the
desired kiss, "if you hadn't told, someone else would."
But long after Sam was asleep, Hal was wetting his pillow through
with tears.
CHAPTER XV.
Still the silence lasted. Henry had tried at first to persuade
himself that it was only by chance that he never heard his own name
from lips that used to call it more often than any other.
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