The poor young woman began to sob, but she was comforted.
"You do put things egsackly as they be!" she said admiringly, drying her tears. "Yes, it will be beautiful to be 'ome agen! I'll try and think of it."
Peggy had also a word for the doctors.
One of them stood over her one morning, and complimented her on her recovery.
"You have a splendid constitution," he said. "I've known some less badly burnt than you succumb to the shock."
"Please, sir, does that mean die? I never should a thought o' doin' that, for I means to be a missionary when I grows up, and I knows that God likes me to be it, so He'll take care on me, and not let me die till I've been and done it."
The doctor looked at her with an amused smile.
Peggy continued, looking at him earnestly—"I s'pose you are very disappointed, sir, ain't you, when you can't make people well?"
"Well, yes, I think we are."
"It must be tryin' to you," said Peggy; "I does feel for you gentlemen, when you come round in the mornin's and finds your physic ain't doin' no good. There ain't a doctor in London, sir, is there, that be quite certain of curin' folks?"