"There be your clothes, child. You have none fit to wear, and it takes a good sum to get things together. And then you have no trainin' at all. If you could go to a trainin' 'ome now."
"That I never will!" said Peggy stoutly. "I won't go to the 'Ouse or any such institootion. I'll manage 'm. I know a good many girls in places, an' they 'll 'elp me."
Peggy did not let the grass grow under her feet. She followed her aunt's funeral in company with three other women who took pity on her. And then, when she had come back and packed up her belongings, she gave the key of her room to the landlord and went to live with Mrs. Jones.
The very next day she was haunting Nelson Street, and eagerly talking to the red-haired girl at No. 6.
"I'm a-goin' into a place as soon as I can find one," she assured her importantly; "but I don't want to live in this street."
"That's a pity," said the red-haired girl good-naturedly, "for No. 14 is a-goin' to be married, and she's leavin', and you might a-tried there."
Peggy's face lit up with a splendid inspiration.
"Is that No. 14 a-cleanin' her doorstep?" she asked breathlessly.
She was assured it was. Off she marched, and opened fire at once.
"I say, I hear tell you be leavin'. How soon?"