We'll not say any more about it, Molly; only we'll go to sleep friends, and friends we'll always be, child, won't we? Now give me a kiss, and don't cry and swell your eyes up; and put out your candle carefully. 'I was wrong it was my fault, said Molly, kissing her. 'Fiddlestick-ends! Don't contradict me! I say it was my fault, and I won't hear another word about it.