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Pretty Meg, as it turns out, forgives but does not understand. Davy understands her forgiving but cannot forgive her not understanding. The dog senses the rift between them, and for a while things look black indeed. But at the last possible moment, there is a meteorological bulletin: "The wind had changed; cool and freshening, it was blowing from the West." This is an unvarying sign that trouble is behind. So are another 60,000 words. "Come back to bed, darling," says Davy kindly (and with just the hint of spice that potato readers like). "You must get some sleep."