Peggy's brows contracted with puzzled thought.
"He'd never send no one away, please 'm, would He? I come across a verse in the Bible, please 'm, that says, 'They that are whole have no need of the physician, but they that are sick!'"
"That will do, Peggy. Thank you. Now leave me."
And Peggy stole out of the room with a dim idea that her mistress was not yet heart-whole.
"She 've never gone and done what I telled her," was her assertion to herself.
And that night, by her bedside, she added this petition to her evening prayer, "And if you please, God, I arsks you to show my missus the way to Jesus, for she seems to have never got to Him yet!"
A few days after this, Nesbitt informed Peggy that the spare room must be got ready for a visitor.
"It's mistress's nephew, the only relation she has in the world, and he's a-coming home from India—been sent home because he is ill."
"I think I like sick folks," announced Peggy; "I feels so very much at home with 'em. You see, I've nussed an aunt who was sick all my life, so I seems to know just how to manage 'em."
"You won't be called on to have anything to do with this gentleman," said Nesbitt crushingly.