It was upsetting to him to have been alone in the lightning and thunder. His conscience smot him for having been so mean and thoughtless of his beloved. He saw her head, when it began to droop and he had gotten a tinge of pride at having humbled her, he thought it was worth it. He noticed that the loss of swanly dignity quickly grew into dejection and his constant ridicule had been the cause. He was sorry, now, but it was not in a cob's nature to apologize. He spent an entire week away from the nest and it was getting to him.
On the other hand, the peeps had kept Mrs. Swan so busy that she had hardly noticed the time. She did miss the sense of protection that Mr. Cobb gave her, if not his fond embraces, in the storm.
They came from opposite sides of the pond, determined, in their minds and hearts to beg the other's forgiveness and reconciliation.
The whole pond was the audience as their regal swim with wings outstretched to oneanother, went from the usual to a spectacle. They met in the middle of the pond and the spars that flew were seen beyond the fountain that they caused by their embraces in the middle of the pond. The water was applauding and the other birds were applauding. All of the peeps on the pond, put their wings over their eyes.
When they caught their breath, they said to one another, let's never be angry again, okay?
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