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Updated: June 15, 2025
The noise of the children, and the querulous voice of their grandfather, with Peggy's sharp, decisive remarks, were all different from the respectful silence with which they had been attended at Cross Hall. Peggy was anxious to make the girls as happy as she could, and feared that they must feel this a downcome; but her hands were full of work, and her head of cares.
It must be admitted that during the drive from the station Peggy's curiosity concerning her guests had been fully as lively as theirs regarding her.
He came home before luncheon for his gossip with Jane; but she had not returned. All the better; her budget would be the larger. To while the time he got his file of the Times, and amused himself noting down the fluctuations in Peruvian bonds, While thus employed he heard a loud knock at his door, and soon after Peggy's voice and a man's in swift collision.
Mawiquita, you are quite too clever!" cried Rosalind, aglow with pleasure. "Let us begin at once. It will be ever so much more intewesting than hanging about here." She thrust her hand through Peggy's arm as she spoke, and the two girls went off on a tour through the house to select the most suitable articles for their decoration of the "harem."
"People that drink, Bacchus, can't expect nothin' else than to be troubled with notions. I was in hopes Aunt Peggy's death would have made you afeered to go on sinning. 'Stead of that, when we was all in such grief, and didn't know what was comin' upon us, you must go drinking. You'd better a been praying, I tell you. But be sure your 'sin will find you out' some day or other.
But we'll soon get sick of it, and yearn for home. There'll be lots of things to do. We'll take up our position as county people no more of the stuffy old women you're so down on and you'll get into Parliament and sit on committees, and so on, and altogether we'll have a topping time." Doggie had an odd sensation that a stranger spoke through Peggy's familiar lips.
Harriet clasped Peggy's hand tightly in her own, and all through the trying scene that followed never once did she let it go. Without thought that they were still in their morning dresses, and without stopping for hats the girls hastened into the street. A hush seemed to have fallen upon the town.
She would have to take him back again, always. Whatever shame he dragged her through, she must take him back again, for the child's sake. Suddenly she remembered Peggy's birthday. It was only last week. Surely she had not known then. She must have forgotten for a time. Then tenderness came, and with it an intolerable anguish. She was smitten and was melted; she was torn and melted again.
"Not so hard," he repeated, with his eyes on fifteen-year-old Peggy's delicate face, as, wearing her braids pinned up on her head and a pinafore down to her toes, she stoned raisins and blanched almonds, rolled bread crumbs and beat eggs, dusted and polished and made ready for the children.
But in this dim hour between two roads, this hour of relaxation of tension in the shadowy firelight, when Thomas slept and only Peggy listened, Peter, having fallen crashing through floor after floor of his pleasant house of life, till he was nearly at the bottom, looked up at all the broken floors and sighed. Peggy's arm was comfortingly about him.
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