Peggy-Alone

Down, Prince!
High above the shrill exclamations of surprise and terror came that thin silvery command which the dog, great black fellow that he was, obeyed at once, and his flight in pursuit of those daring petticoats which had intruded on his master's orchard was brought to an ignominious end.
Girls, say, girls, don't be frightened! He won't bite!
One of the children had already scaled the wall, dropping her apron of apples on the way. She stood ready to help the second down, while the third and largest, who had kept in the rear between the smaller ones and their pursuer, waiting to see them safely over ere hastening her own steps, on hearing those friendly words paused and looked back.
Some distance away, under the apple trees on the grassy terrace, stood a little girl dressed all in white; a wreath of green ivy-vines crowded her glossy curls which fell to her waist and framed her thin face; one tiny hand was raised in a beckoning gesture and the other was placed firmly on the head of the dog.
Leading him, she approached the girl who waited in mute surprise.
Do tell them not to go. They needn't be afraid of Prince now!
She says not to be afraid, hallooed the largest girl, whereupon the fugitives came back and seated themselves upon the wall overlooking the scene.
The girl with the dog had come forward. She stood looking half shyly, but with evident good-will, from the little maids on the wall to their friend who had turned after recalling the others, and came back a few steps to meet her.
What are their names? inquired the stranger.