"The sick capting had a illness that couldn't be cured," she continued, in solemn tones, "and the servant-maid got him well by tellin' him who to go to. She sent him to some one who cured him."
"I believe I have heard the story," said Lucy indifferently. "Wasn't he a leper, and didn't he go to Elisha?"
"Yes," said Peggy, "but 'twas the girl who sent him."
"I don't see much sense in that story," said Lucy, with a yawn. "You reads yourself silly over your Bible, Peggy."
Peggy said no more.
She watched Captain D'Arcy arrive the next day with the greatest interest. He was helped out of a cab by a soldier servant, and seemed to be in very feeble health. His servant, Tom Bennett by name, proved a welcome addition to the household. He was a bright cheery man, devoted to his young master, and full of tales about his courage and endurance in foreign parts. He told a wonderful story of the capture of a tiger, and the three maidservants listened with breathless interest to this and other adventures.
Peggy was full of curiosity, and her many questions amused Tom Bennett greatly.
"Please, sir," she said, "have you ever seen a heathen or a missionary?"
"I believe I has," was the smiling reply. "Why, bless your heart, every blacky is a heathen, and they be as plentiful as flies where we've come from."
"And what does they talk? Is it English?"