I'm sorry I've been such a throuble to ye."
The poor lady looked at Peg through misty eyes and said
reproachfully:
"WHY that dress? Why not one of the dresses I gave you?"
"This is the way I left me father, an' this is the way I'm goin'
back to him!" replied Peg sturdily. "Goodbye, Cousin Alaric," and
she laughed good-naturedly at the odd little man. In spite of
everything he did, he had a spice of originality about him that
compelled Peg to overlook what might have seemed to others
unpardonable priggishness.
"Good-bye--little devil!" cried Alaric, cheerfully taking the
offered hand. "Good luck to ye. And take care of yerself," added
Alaric, generously.
As Peg turned away from him, she came face to face with Jerry--or as
she kept calling him in her brain by his new name--to her--Sir
Gerald Adair. She dropped her eyes and timidly held out her hand:
"Good-bye!" was all she said.
"You're not going, Peg," said Jerry, quietly and positively.
"Who's goin' to stop me?"
"The Chief Executor of the late Mr. Kingsnorth's will."
"An' who is THAT?"
"'Mr. Jerry,' Peg!"
"YOU an executor?"
"I am. Sit down--here in our midst--and know why you have been here
all the past month."
As he forced Peg gently into a chair, Mrs.
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