"Good luck go with you!" said that good-natured woman. "And mind you say you can mind babies well, Peg. I'll speak for you there, for you've minded h'Arthur h'off and h'on since he cut his first tooth!"
Peggy marched away. She looked at her reflected figure in the shop windows with great satisfaction.
"You look grand, Peggy!" she ejaculated. "Fit to be in a real good place, and you see you get it, that's all!"
She found the Registry. It was a Berlin Wool shop, and a large card printed in the window stated that it was a "Servants' Registry."
She went boldly in, and addressed a stern looking-woman behind the counter.
"Please 'm, I've come to look for a place."
"What kind of place?" demanded the woman. "Have you ever been out before?"
"No," said Peggy importantly. "This is my first place, so I'm very partic'lar about it."
"And what can you do?"
Not a glimmer of a smile crossed the questioner's face.