Mrs. Chichester's voice broke the silence:
"You must take my daughter as your model in all things."
Peg looked at Ethel and all her anger vanished temporarily. The idea
of taking that young lady as a model appealed to her as being
irresistibly amusing. She smiled broadly at Ethel. Mrs. Chichester
went on:
"Everything my daughter does you must try and imitate. You could not
have a better example. Mould yourself on her."
"Imitate her, is it?" asked Peg innocently with a twinkle in her eye
and the suggestion of impishness in her manner.
"So far as lies in your power," replied Mrs. Chichester.
A picture of Ethel struggling in Brent's arms suddenly flashed
across Peg, and before she could restrain herself she had said in
exact imitation of her cousin:
"Please don't! It is so hot this morning!"
Then Peg laughed loudly to Ethel's horror and Mrs. Chichester's
disgust.
"How dare you!" cried her aunt.
Peg looked at her a moment, all the mirth died away.
"Mustn't I laugh in this house?" she asked.
"You have a great deal to learn."
"Yes, aunt."
"Your education will begin to-morrow."
"Sure that will be foine," and she chuckled.
"No levity, if you please," said her aunt severely.
"No, aunt."
"Until some decent clothes can be procured for you we will find some
from my daughter's wardrobe.
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