"You'll only get me into trouble," cried the maid.
"No, I won't. I wouldn't get you into trouble for the wurrld. I'll
get all the trouble and I'll get it now." Peg ran across, opened the
door connecting with the hall and called out at the top of her voice
"Aunt! Cousins! Aunt! Come here, I want to tell ye about myself!"
"They've all gone out," said the maid quickly.
"Then what are ye makin' such a fuss about? You go out too."
She watched the disappointed Bennett leave the room and then began a
tour of inspection. She had never seen so many strange things
outside of a museum.
Fierce men in armour glared at her out of massive frames: old
gentlemen in powdered wigs smiled pleasantly at her; haughty ladies
in breath-bereaving coiffures stared superciliously right through
her. She felt most uncomfortable in such strange company.
She turned from the gallery and entered the living room. Everything
about it was of the solid Tudor days and bespoke, even as the
portraits, a period when the family must have been of some
considerable importance. She wandered about the room touching some
things timidly--others boldly. For example--on the piano she found a
perfectly carved bronze statuette of Cupid. She gave a little elfish
cry of delight, took the statuette in her arms and kissed it.
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