"Yes, it is what ye meant. Don't tell untruths with the storm ragin'
outside," replied Peg.
"I was thinking that I don't remember Alaric ever telling me that he
had such a charming cousin."
"Oh, do you know Alaric?" asked Peg with a quick smile.
"Very well," answered Jerry.
Peg's smile developed into a long laugh.
"And why that laugh?" queried Jerry.
"I'd like me father to see Alaric. I'd like him just to see Alaric
for one minnit."
"Indeed?"
"Yes, indade. Ye know ALARIC, do ye?--isn't it funny how the name
suits him?--ALARIC! there are very few people a name like that would
get along with--but fits HIM all right--doesn't it? Well, he didn't
know I was alive until I dropped down from the clouds this mornin'."
"Where did you drop from?"
"New York."
"Really? How odd."
"Not at all. It's nearly as big as London and there's nothin' odd
about New York."
"Were you born there?" asked Jerry.
"I was," answered Peg.
"By way of old Ireland, eh?"
"How did ye guess that?" queried Peg, not quite certain whether to
be pleased or angry.
"Your slight--but DELIGHTFUL accent," replied Jerry.
"ACCENT is it?" and Peg looked at him in astonishment. "Sure I'VE no
accent. I just speak naturally. It's YOU have the accent to my way
of thinkin'.
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