But I started as if I had been struck.
"See here Sampson--" I began, passionately.
Like a flash Sally whirled into my arms and one hand crossed my lips.
"It's my fault.

I will take the blame," she cried, and now the agony of fear in her voice quieted me.

I realized I would be wise to be silent.
"Uncle," began Sally, turning her head, yet still clinging to me, "I've tormented Russ into loving me.

I've flirted with him--teased him--tempted him.

We love each other now.