Shirley did come in with some impetuosity. She threw her arms round her governess, and while she kissed her heartily she said, "You know you _must_ forgive me, Mrs. Pryor. I could not get on at all if there was a misunderstanding between you and me."
"I have nothing to forgive," was the reply. "We will pass it over now, if you please. The final result of the incident is that it proves more plainly than ever how unequal I am to certain crises."
And that was the painful feeling which _would_ remain on Mrs. Pryor's mind. No effort of Shirley's or Caroline's could efface it thence. She could forgive her offending pupil, not her innocent self.

Shirley came in, and threw her arms round her governess. While she kissed her heartily she said, "You must forgive me, Mrs. Pryor."
"I have nothing to forgive," was the reply. "We will pass it over, if you please. The incident proves plainly how unequal I am to certain crises."
And that was the painful feeling which would remain on Mrs. Pryor's mind. No effort of Shirley's or Caroline's could efface it. She could forgive her offending pupil, not her innocent self.
