"Peggy, you ought to be 'shamed of yourself, great cry-baby! You've got your clothes, and of course you'll get a place."
She rubbed her eyes vigorously, and was startled when she heard a lady's voice close to her.
"What is the matter, little girl? Can't you get a place?"
Peggy looked up astonished, not knowing that her words were overheard.
A lady dressed in mourning was addressing her, and Peggy thought she had one of the sweetest faces that she had ever seen.
"Oh, please 'm," she cried, "do you want a servant? I'd like ever so to come and live with you."
The lady smiled. "I am just going in to the Registry for a girl, but I think you are too small."
"That's what they say," said Peggy, with a little gulp in her throat. "And if they only knew what I can do! I can scrub floors, and clean grates, and make beds, and clean winders—"
She rattled off the list of her accomplishments with hope once more shining in her eyes, as she saw the lady's interest in her.
"And, please 'm," she hurried to say, "I don't mind if you don't have a garding; but I'd do for you faithful wherever you be."