"
"I'm sorry," said Peg simply. "Ye've spoiled all me pleasure now.
Good night, Ethel."
Sore at heart and thoroughly unhappy, poor Peg turned away from
Ethel and began to climb the stairs. When she was about half-way up
a thought flashed across her. She came back quickly into the room
and went straight across to Ethel.
"And what are YOU doin' here--at this time o' night? An' dressed
like THAT? An' with that BAG? What does it mane? Where are ye
goin'?"
"Go to your room!" said Ethel, livid with anger, and trying to keep
her voice down and to hush Peg in case her family were awakened.
"Do you mean to say you were going with--"
Ethel covered Peg's mouth with her hand.
"Keep down your voice, you little fool!"
Peg freed herself. HER temper was up, too. The thought of WHY Ethel
was there was uppermost in her mind as she cried:
"HE was here a minnit ago an' Mr. Jerry took him away."
"HE?" said Ethel, frightenedly. "Mr. BRENT," answered Peg.
Ethel went quickly to the windows. Peg sprang in front of her and
caught her by the wrists. "Were ye goin' away with him? Were ye?"
"Take your hands off me."
"Were ye goin' away with him? Answer me?" insisted Peg.
"Yes," replied Ethel vehemently. "And I AM."
"No ye're not," said the indomitable Peg holding her firmly by the
wrist.
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