She tried to smile and say, "it was nothing," and "she was silly," but the words were faint, from the palpitation of her heart.
"It was Harry's trick," said Flora indignantly, as she flew for the scent-bottle, while her father bent over Margaret.

"Harry dressed himself up, and she was frightened." "Oh, no--no--he did not mean it," gasped Margaret; "don't." "Harry, I did not think you could be so cowardly and unfeeling!" and Dr.
May's look was even more reproachful than his words.
Harry was dismayed at his sister's condition, but the injustice of the wholesale reproach chased away contrition.

"I did nothing to frighten any one," he said moodily.
"Now, Harry, you know how you kept on," said Flora, "and when you saw she was frightened--" "I can have no more of this," said Dr.May, seeing that the discussion was injuring Margaret more and more.

"Go away to my study, sir, and wait till I come to you.

All of you out of the room.