"That be my missus right enough, for I only come in day 'for yesterday, and never have done nothin' right since. There be two gentlemen lodgers, and one first-floor lady that teaches music."
"Oh," sighed Peggy, depositing her small milk jug on the step, and placing her arms akimbo. "If only I could get into service, I'd be real happy."
"I live down in Kent," explained the red-haired girl. "But the country is too quiet, I want London; and so I've come up to my uncle's step-sister."
"But the best places must be in the country," said Peggy. "I'd a deal rather live out o' London. 'Tis so much cleaner for yer caps and aprons—Mrs. Creak says so."
"You are a queer one," said the red-haired girl, staring at her.
Then a voice from an open window called to her—
"Liza, Liza! Come this minute!"
She darted indoors with pail and broom.
Peggy walked on.
"No," she said; "I won't take Liza's place, not if I know it!"