"
"Sure I've a beautiful dhress in me satchel I go to Mass in on
Sundays. It's all silk, and--"
Mrs. Chichester stopped her:
"That will do. Ring, Alaric, please."
As Alaric walked over to press the electric button he looked at Peg
in absolute disgust and entire disapproval. Peg caught the look and
watched him go slowly across the room. He had the same morbid
fascination for her that some uncanny elfish creature might have. If
only her father could see him! She mentally decided to sketch Alaric
and send it out to her father with a full description of him.
Mrs. Chichester again demanded her attention.
"You must try and realise that you have an opportunity few girls in
your position are ever given. I only hope you will try and repay our
interest and your late uncle's wishes by obedience, good conduct and
hard study."
"Yes, aunt," said Peg demurely. Then she added quickly: "I hope ye
don't mind me not having worn me silk dress, but ye see I couldn't
wear it on the steamer--it 'ud have got all wet. Ye have to wear yer
thravellin' clothes when ye're thravellin'."
"That will do," said Mrs. Chichester sharply.
"Well, but I don't want ye to think me father doesn't buy me pretty
clothes. He's very proud of me, an' I am of him--an'--"
"That will do," commanded Mrs.
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