Once the whole class understood, Maddie could not forgive herself. She had known the game was wrong. She had even written a note to stop it, then never sent it. Her silence, she saw now, had been its own kind of cruelty. That night she made a promise: never again would she stand by and watch someone be treated unkindly. She would speak up, even if it meant Peggy turned against her. That, she decided, was a price worth paying. The next afternoon, Peggy and Maddie climbed the long hill to Boggins Heights to find Wanda and tell her they were sorry. But the little house stood empty. The Petronskis had already gone. So the girls did the only thing left to them: they wrote Wanda a friendly letter, telling her how much they had liked her drawings, and sent it off to the city. Weeks passed with no answer. Then, around Christmas, a letter came for Miss Mason. It was from Wanda. She said the class could keep the hundred drawings. She wanted Peggy to have the one of the green dress, and Maddie to have the one of the blue. And when the two girls looked closely at those drawings, their breath caught: the faces above the dresses were their own. All along, even while they teased her, Wanda had been drawing them with love.