Peggy nodded soberly.
"I ain't goin' to say another cross word to no one all the days o' my life 'm, for fear they should die sudden 'fore I could make it up with 'em."
"That's a very grand resolve," said Mrs. Creak, "but it's too big a one to keep, Peggy, if ye don't ask the Lord's help."
"The Lord helpin' me—Amen," finished Peggy fervently. Then, after a big sigh or two, she came to business.
"Please 'm, Mrs. Jones wants me to stay and mind h'Arthur, and she'll give me my vittles and clothes, but I wants to go to service."
"I know you do, dearie, but 'tis difficult for you at present."
"Oh, please 'm, do you think God is answerin' my prayer? I've been arskin' Him fearful hard to let me go to service, but I do hope I haven't been and made aunt die."
She stopped, aghast at the thought. But good little Mrs. Creak reassured her.
"God has our lives in His hand, and no others have, Peggy. He took your aunt away, but I doubt if it will be easy even now for you to get into real good service."
"Why?"