He was an entirely new type of young man to
her and she was interested. She smiled at him now in a friendly way
and said: "Ye must know `Michael' is simply crazy about mutton. He
LOVES mutton."
Alaric turned indignantly away from her. Peg followed him up. He had
begun to fascinate her. She looked at his baby-collar with a well-
tied bow gleaming from the centre; at his pointed shoes; his
curious, little, querulous look. He was going to be good fun for
Peg. She wanted to begin at once. And she would have too, not the
icy accents of Mrs. Chichester interrupted Peg's plans for the
moment.
"Come here," called Mrs. Chichester.
Peg walked over to her and when she got almost beside the old lady
she turned to have another glimpse at Alaric and gave him a little,
chuckling, good-natured laugh.
"Look at ME!" commanded Mrs. Chichester sternly.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Peg, with a little curtsey. Mrs. Chichester
closed her eyes for a moment. What was to be done with this
barbarian? Why should this affliction be thrust upon her? Then she
thought of the thousand pounds a year. She opened her eyes and
looked severely at Peg.
"Don't call me `ma'am'!" she said.
"No, ma'am," replied Peg nervously, then instantly corrected
herself: "No, ANT! No, ANT!"
"AUNT!" said Mrs.
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