"
"Isn't that THEIR province?"
"Mebbe. But they hate 'Michael' and I hate THEM. I wouldn't let them
touch him."
"In other words you WILFULLY disobeyed me?"
"I did."
"Is this the way MY NIECE should behave?"
"Mebbe not. It's the way _I_ behave though."
"So my wishes count for nothing?"
The old lady looked so hurt as well as so angry that Peg softened
and hastened to try and make it up with her aunt:
"Sure yer wishes DO count with me, aunt. Indade they do."
"Don't say INDADE. There is no such word. Indeed!" corrected Mrs.
Chichester.
"I beg your pardon, aunt. INDEED they do."
"Look at your dress!" suddenly cried Mrs. Chichester as she caught
sight of the marks of "MICHAEL'S" playfulness.
Peg looked at the stains demurely and said cheerfully "'MICHAEL' did
that. Sure they'll come off."
Mrs. Chichester looked at the flushed face of the young girl, at the
mass of curly hair that had been carefully dressed by Bennett for
dinner and was now hovering around her eyes untidily. The old lady
straightened it:
"Can you not keep your hair out of your eyes? What do you think will
become of you?"
"I hope to go to Heaven, like all good Catholics," said Peg.
Mrs. Chichester turned away with a gesture of despair.
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