Meanwhile Dick, who was very proud, determined to wait for Sarah's explanation, and she had made up her mind to act in the same way, so the estrangement seemed likely to go on indefinitely.
"Oh, Peggy," said Sarah one day, "what a sweetly pretty dress you are making! When are you going to wear it? Why, I shan't know you when you have it on."
"Oh," said Peggy, "this is not for myself, it is for a great friend, and, as she is very pretty, sure I am making her a pretty dress for Christmas."
The gown in question was pale blue, trimmed with black ribbons, and the sleeves were all tucked, so Sarah might well admire it.
"Well," she asked, "what is this beauty's name? Do tell me."
"No," said Peggy, "I shan't; it's a secret, and you might tell, as I believe you know her brother."
"Oh, I don't know anybody," cried Sarah, "as for a man, I only know one."
"Well, then," said Peggy, "I'll tell you; it is Maggie Bream, and she is in service near Belfast."
"What!" cried Sarah, "is her name Bream?"
"Well, and why shouldn't it be? I suppose you've no objection?"