It will take a bit of doin',
but I'll do it."
"Bless you, my boy," said the overjoyed mother, "Bless you."
As they came out of the little arbour it seemed as if Fate had
changed the whole horizon for the Chichester family.
Mrs. Chichester was happy in the consciousness that her home and her
family would lie free from the biting grip of debt.
Alaric, on the other hand, seemed to have all the sunlight suddenly
stricken out of his life. Still, it was his DUTY, and duty was in
the Chichester motto.
As mother and son walked slowly toward the house, they looked up,
and gazing through a tiny casement of the little Mauve-Room was Peg,
her face white and drawn.
Alaric shivered again as he thought of his sacrifice.
CHAPTER XIV
ALARIC TO THE RESCUE
Mrs. Chichester went up to the Mauve-Room a little later and found
Peg in the same attitude, looking out of the window--thinking.
"Good morning, Margaret," she began, and her tone was most
conciliatory, not to say almost kindly.
"Good mornin'," replied Peg dully.
"I am afraid I was a little harsh with you last night," the old lady
added. It was the nearest suggestion of an apology Mrs. Chichester
had ever made.
"Ye'll never be again," flashed back Peg sharply.
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