"Hey?" said Jack, in a great bewilderment. Was that really Curtis Park,
whose rap on the door had announced him?
"Oh, it's no use to deny, Jack," said Curtis, speaking rapidly and
desperately, "that I've been a cad--a mean, low cad--to talk to you in that
way. It's done, and can't be helped now, only I want you to know what I
think of it."
Jack swallowed hard. He was going to put out his hand, but luckily thought
in time, This is Curtis Park.
"I don't wonder you won't shake hands with me," said Curtis, who saw the
movement. "I'm no end sorry; and perhaps sometime, Jack, why, you will."
Jack's brown hand shot out so swiftly it nearly knocked the other boy from
the doorstep.
"It's all right," he said heartily.
"And you will never have another chance to call me a cad, I promise you,"
declared Curtis, wringing it. "Come on now, Jack"--hooking him by the
arm--"it's time to go to Mrs. Sterling's; this is the evening, you know."
And the boys who had begun to think they had made a mistake in supposing
that Curtis Park had taken a fancy to Jack Parish, were pushed back into
their first conviction by seeing them come into the meeting of the Comfort
committee arm in arm.
XXVII
A PIECE OF GOOD NEWS
Polly Pepper ran down the steps of Miss Taylor's house, and set off at a
lively pace on the pavement.
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