"Why, bless me!" exclaimed she, as at the end of her apology a glint of sunshine showed her Margaret's face, hitherto unobserved in that shady parlour. "It's Miss Hale, Jenny," said she, running to the door, and calling to her daughter. "Come here, come directly, it's Miss Hale!" And then she went up to Margaret, and shook hands with motherly fondness.

'Why, bless me!' exclaimed she. 'It's Miss Hale!' And she shook Margaret's hands with motherly fondness.
