"Oh yes, mamma, he did. I made him. It was I--blame me." She knelt down by her mother's side, and caught her hand--she would not let it go, though Mrs. Hale tried to pull it away. She kept kissing it, and the hot tears she shed bathed it.
"Margaret, it was very wrong of you. You knew I did not wish you to know." But, as if tired with the contest, she left her hand in Margaret's clasp, and by-and-by she returned the pressure faintly. That encouraged Margaret to speak.

'Mamma, he did. I made him. Blame me.' She knelt down by her mother's side, and caught her hand. She would not let it go, though Mrs. Hale tried to pull it away. She kept kissing it, and shed hot tears.
'Margaret, it was very wrong of you. You knew I did not wish you to know.' But she left her hand in Margaret's clasp.
