Fritz thinks that you are forgetful of him, and you seem annoyed with him about something.”
Here Amy had her chance to tell her mother how matters stood; but for some reason she still felt unwilling to describe the fashion in which Fritz had betrayed her confidence. Perhaps if she had done so, Mrs. Redmond might have laughed at her a little for taking a trifling thing so much to heart. Moreover (and other girls who have fallen out with their friends will agree that they have often found themselves in the same position) Amy herself began to feel that she was making too much of a trifle. At least she could not honestly say that she thought that Fritz had done her much harm. For she had seen Nora and Julia and Brenda twice since the day at Marblehead, and they had seemed no less cordial than before they had heard her verses. So Amy was driven to justify herself by saying that it was the principle that she objected to,—that Fritz should have taken such a childish way to tease her. When she met Fritz on his bicycle not far from her own gate, she merely bowed and said “good afternoon,” and neither asked him to come in with her, nor made any pleasant little comment about his wheel. Fritz might have forgiven the neglect in not asking him to come in. But not to say a word about his bicycle! When she knew that for two years it had been the dearest wish of his heart to own one! Really, this was too much. So, after dismounting to greet her, hoping for a little bicycle conversation, Fritz jumped on his wheel again, and, with a proud little nod,
