The servant-girl looked round. She had a pretty little face, but her dress, cap, and apron were in a pitiably dirty condition.
"Yes, I'm leavin', thank goodness!" she ejaculated. "What business be it of yourn?"
Peggy's eyes were not on her face, but on her dress. She was taking stock mentally, and murmured to herself—
"Be careful, Peg! Two darns in the back, a slit in the elbow, and a washed-out blue!"
Then she spoke.
"How much for your cotton dresses? Will ye sell?"
"Sell 'em!" exclaimed the girl. "Be you clean demented?"
"But you won't be wearin' cotton when you're married," urged Peggy; "and I'm certain sure your gowns would fit me. I'll give yer two bob for this one, and that's a very good offer."
The girl looked at Peggy with some amusement.
"I don't care if I do sell you this one. I'm a-leavin' to-morrow."