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"I had a picture of what ye're goin' to tell him."
"Your manners are abominable."
"Yes, aunt."
"What am I to tell Mr. Hawkes?"
"Tell him the truth, aunt, and shame the divil."
"Margaret!" and the old lady glared at her in horror.
"I beg yer pardon," said Peg meekly.
"Don't you wish to remain here?" continued Mrs. Chichester.
"Sometimes I do, an' sometimes I don't."
"Don't I do everything that is possible for you?"
"Yes, ye do everything possible TO me--"
"What?"
"I mean--FOR ME. I should have said FOR me, aunt!" and Peg's blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Then why do you constantly disobey me?" pursued the old lady.
"I suppose it is the original sin in me," replied Peg thoughtfully.
"WHAT?" cried Mrs. Chichester again taken completely aback.
"Oh, I say, you know! that's good! Ha!" and Alaric laughed heartily.
Peg joined in and laughed heartily with him. Alaric immediately stopped.
Ethel took absolutely no notice of any one.
Peg sat down beside her aunt and explained to her:
"Whenever I did anythin' wilful or disturbin' as a child me father always said it was the 'original sin' in me an' that I wasn't to be punished for it because I couldn't help it. Then he used to punish himself for MY fault. An' when I saw it hurt him I usen't to do it again--for a while--at least. I think that was a grand way to bring up a daughter. I've been wonderin' since I've been here if an aunt could bring a niece up the same way." And she looked quizzically at Mrs.
Chichester.
"Supposin', for instance, YOU were to punish yerself for everythin'
wrong that I'd do, I might be so sorry I'd never do it again--but of course I might NOT. I am not sure about meself. I think me father knows me betther than I do meself."
"Your father must have been a very bad influence on you," said Mrs.
Chichester sternly.
"No, he wasn't," contradicted Peg, hotly. "Me father's the best man--"
Mrs. Chichester interrupted her: "Margaret!"
Peg looked down sullenly and said: "Well, he was."
"Haven't I TOLD you never to CONTRADICT me?"
"Well, YOU contradict ME all the time."
"Stop!"
"Well, there's nothin' fair about your conthradictin' ME and ME not being able to--"
"Will you stop?"
"Well, now, aunt, ye will do me a favour if you will stop spakin' about me father the way you do. It hurts me, it does. I love my father and--I--I--"
"WILL--YOU--STOP?"
"I have stopped." And Peg sank back in her chair, breathing hard and her little fists punching against each other.
Her aunt then made the following proposition: "If I consent to take charge of you for a further period, will you promise me you will do your best to show some advancement during the next month?"
"Yes, aunt," said Peg readily.
"And if I get fresh tutors for you, will you try to keep them?"
"Yes, aunt."
Mrs. Chichester questioned Alaric. "What do you think?"
"We might risk it," replied Alaric, turning to his sister: "Eh, Ethel?"
"Don't ask me," was Ethel's reply.
"Very well," said Mrs. Chichester determinedly, "Begin to-night."
"Begin what" queried Peg, full of curiosity.
"To show that you mean to keep your promise. Work for a while."
"What at?" asked Peg, all eagerness to begin something.
"Get your books," said her aunt.
"Sure an' I will." And Peg turned to different parts of the room, finding an atlas here, a book of literature on the piano, an English history under the table. Finally she got them complete and sat down at the big table and prepared to study.
Jarvis came in with a letter on a salver.
"Well?" asked the old lady.