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Updated: May 25, 2025
Peg's face was turned to the wall, and as she didn't answer when the girl laid her hand on her shoulder, Jinnie tiptoed out. In her own room she lay for seemingly century-long hours with Bobbie pressed tightly to her breast. Seven days had dragged their seemingly slow length from seconds to minutes, from minutes to hours, from hours to days.
The following is an example of the manner in which Peg was regarded by the footman and Mrs. Chichester's own maid, Bennett. "A NIECE!" cried Bennett, sarcastically, just after Peg's arrival. "So they SAY!" retorted Jarvis, mysteriously. "What do you make of her?" "Well, every family I've served and my mother before me, had a family skeleton. SHE is OURS."
"It doesn't seem a mite like Sunday and it seems awful long since yesterday." "Cecily, you've got a dreadful cold," said the Story Girl anxiously. "In spite of Peg's ginger tea," added Felix. "Oh, that ginger tea was AWFUL," exclaimed poor Cecily. "I thought I'd never get it down it was so hot with ginger and there was so much of it!
Life had ever vouchsafed Lafe Grandoken encouragement when the dawn was darkest. Now Peg's personal insult lined his clouds of fear with silver, and they sailed away in rapid succession as quickly as they had come; he saw them going like shadows under advancing sun rays.
The young man walked over to the door calling over his shoulder to Jerry: "See ye lurchin' about somewhere, old dear!" and he too went out of Peg's life. She looked at Ethel and half entreated, half commanded Jerry: "Plaze look out of the window for a minnit. I want to spake to me cousin." Jerry sauntered over to the window and stood looking at the gathering storm.
Hawkes smiled at that, and taking Peg's hand, protested: "However always your friend and well-wisher." "But nivver me husband!" insisted Peg. "Good-bye." "Where are ye goin' without me?" "You surely are not returning to America now?" said Hawkes, in surprise. "Why, of course, I'm goin' to me father now. Where else would I go?"
After moving around for a short time as well as the darkness allowed the two boys came together again. "No luck, eh?" questioned Frank. "Didn't find a thing; but I stumbled over a creek and came near taking a header down-grade that would have made that plunge of Peg's take a back seat. Just in the nick of time I managed to grab a little tree.
She herself was as fresh and wide awake as a lark. "You can't be tired," she said emphatically, and rattled the handle once more. "Faith, let me come in. Does your head ache?" "Of course not, but I want to go to sleep. Good-night." There was such finality in the voice that the colour rose to Peg's handsome face.
The sides and back of the room had no windows, the back partition being that which divided it from Aunt Peg's little cellar; and the east and west sides were hedged in by the bank which came sloping down from both front and back doors. "This is a very comfortable little room," said Aunt Phebe. "Now, what will be the rent?"
We should just meet it rounding a corner as with the rush of an automobile a chariot of fire that would stop but long enough to take us in, when we should know it immediately for the vehicle of our fate. That conviction had somehow been with us, and I had really heard our hour begin to strike on Peg's coming back to us from her co-educative adventure so preposterously "engaged."
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