Kingsnorth desired that she should be
trained--it seemed to me be an admirable solution of the whole
difficulty."
Peg laughed openly and turning to Jerry, said "He calls himself a
'solution.' Misther Hawkes--go on with ye--I am ashamed of ye."
"Well, there is no harm done," replied Mr. Hawkes, endeavouring to
regain his lost dignity.
"No!" retorted Peg. "It didn't go through, did it?"
Hawkes smiled at that, and taking Peg's hand, protested:
"However--always your friend and well-wisher."
"But nivver me husband!" insisted Peg.
"Good-bye."
"Where are ye goin' without me?"
"You surely are not returning to America now?" said Hawkes, in
surprise.
"Why, of course, I'm goin' to me father now. Where else would I go?"
Hawkes hastened to explain:
"If you return to America to your father, you will violate one of
the most important clauses in the will."
"If I go back to me father?"
"Or if he visits you--until you are twenty-one," added Jerry.
"Is that so?" And the blood rushed up to Peg's temples. "Well, then,
that settles it. No man is goin' to dictate to me about me father.
No dead man--nor no livin' one nayther."
"It will make you a rich young lady in three years, remember. You
will be secure from any possibility of poverty.
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