"Scoldings don't last very long, anyway," urged Tommy, consolingly. "But if you sort o' think you oughtn't to have done things, and did ought to be more careful--and everything--it makes it seem more worse, you know," remarked Nannie, in a hesitating, half-penitent way. "'Cause I _do_ like Aunt S'mantha." "Yes," admitted Tommy, knitting his brow over the complications of the case, and searching his own experience for a suggestion of relief. "If you only had something nice to carry home to her--something she wants. Once I got wet as a rat playing round the pond, but I'd caught two fish--reg'lar tip-top trout--and I took 'em home to mother; held 'em up where they'd be seen first thing, you know. And she said, 'What nice fish!' and didn't scold a wink." "I couldn't catch anything if I tried a week, and Aunt S'mantha wouldn't care, anyway. Why, she's a real grown-up woman, and could have tea-parties and make molasses candy every day if she wanted to! I don't believe she wants anything, unless it's ban--bananas--whatever that is. I heard her say she'd like some, this morning." "Bandanas?" questioned Tommy, with brightening eyes. "Y-e-s, I guess so," answered Nannie, rather doubtfully. "Ho! I know what they are as well as anything. Why, they're silk handkerchiefs--red and yellow, with spots on 'em." Nannie's hand dived into her small pocket, and re-appeared with two nickels and a copper. "Do you guess I could buy one at Carney's store for 'leven cents? 'Cause I haven't got any more." "I s'pose so. Why, yes; handkerchiefs a'nt much 'count, you know. I always lose mine--only they a'nt bandanas. I guess women-folks think more about 'em, though," said Tommy, with the air of one superior to such trifles. Nannie was convinced, and started from her seat with a little sigh of relief. "I'll go and buy her one, then. And I think you're a pretty good boy, Tommy Grey," she added, gratefully, as she trudged down the road, leaving Tommy to take up his whistling and his homeward route again. It was quite a long walk to the store--_the_ store, because the village only boasted one. That did not matter much to the inhabitants generally, as the town was so near. Bentleyville and Bentley were connected by a straggling line of houses that made it hard to tell where the village ended and the town began. Ambitious young villagers took advantage of this to talk about "we city people," while the older ones contentedly spoke of themselves as "plain country-folks." Nannie did not care in the least which she was, neither did she greatly mind the walk, though the feet that had done so much running began to grow tired. If only she could carry a peace-offering to Aunt Samantha! That would make all right, and her small world bright again, she was sure.