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"I ain't no po'tah," retorted the negro who had been singled out by Madam. Then he turned and walked off. "Insolent creature," was the sharp retort, which might have been followed by other comments had not Peggy at that moment advanced to meet her aunt. When the negro saw that the new arrival was a friend of the little lady of Severndale his whole attitude changed in a flash.
It was all too much for good Captain Pennell and the boys, and any "ice" which might possibly have congealed the party, was then and there smashed to smithereens. "Great! Great!" shouted Captain Pennell, clapping his hands like a boy. "Eh, this is going some," cried Happy. "Bully for Chatelaine Peggy!" was Wheedles' outburst. "Who says Severndale isn't all right?" echoed Ralph.
Stewart's horror upon being met at the railway station by "the wild West show," as she stigmatized her niece's riding and her horses, for rarely did Peggy Stewart ride unless accompanied by her two beautiful horses and the wolfhound, and her riding was a source of marvel to more than one, her instructor having been Shelby, the veteran horse-trainer, who had been employed at Severndale ever since Peggy could remember, and whose early days had been spent upon a ranch in the far West where a man had to ride anything which possessed locomotive powers.
Llewellyn had reached the limit of their appetites and were now watching and listening to the merry chatter of the young people who sat sipping the cider they had long since passed beyond the DRINKING point and eating the black walnuts and hickory nuts which had been gathered upon the estate, for Severndale was famous for its cider and nuts.
Seating herself at her very business-like desk she wrote in a clear, angular hand: Severndale, Round Bay Station. October 20, 19 Mrs. G. F. Harold, Wilmot Hall, Annapolis, Md. Dear Madam: Your favor of October eighteenth has been duly received and contents noted. In reply would say that I shall be very glad to have you call and inspect our stock.
"I am afraid I am the only Miss Stewart at Severndale, though I am never called Miss Stewart. I'm just Miss Peggy to the help, and Peggy to my friends. But, of course, when I write business letters I have to sign my full name." "You write business letters. Do you mean to tell me you wrote those letters'?" "I'm the only Margaret Stewart," answered Peggy, her eyes twinkling.
Peggy made no comment upon the implied reproach of her guest's tardiness, but crossing the room to a big chair, whither Tzaritza had already preceded her to rub noses with a magnificent white Persian cat, she stooped to stroke Sultana, who graciously condescended to purr and nestle her beautiful head against Peggy's hand. Sultana had only been a member of the Severndale household since July, Mr.
Nevertheless, Peggy laid her plans for the pleasure of the Severndale help and saw to it that they would have a happy time under Harrison's supervision. Then Peggy betook herself to Wilmot for the happiest Christmastide she had ever known.
Doffing his cap he ran toward her saying: "I looks after it fo' YO', Miss Peggy." The accent upon the pronoun was significant. "Thank you, Sam," was the quick, smiling answer. Then: "How do you do, Aunt Katharine? Welcome to Severndale," and her hand was extended to welcome her relative, for Peggy's instincts were rarely at fault.
It was a peculiar attitude, but Neil Stewart had never been reconciled to the cruel fate which had taken from him the beautiful wife he had loved so devotedly, and the thought of guests at Severndale without her there to entertain them as she had been accustomed to, was peculiarly abhorent to him.
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