"I have known what it is to have a church belonging to me," she said gently. "My father was in charge of one in the East End, and died from overwork only a month ago."
Peggy nodded sympathetically.
"I've had a death belongin' to me, too," she said. "'Tis awful! 'Twas my aunt, and now I've no one left."
When they entered the shop, Miss Churchhill asked Peggy to wait outside.
"I want to have a private talk with Mrs. Creak," she said.
Peggy trod the pavement outside with firm steps.
"You've done it, Peg! You've found yerself a place with a real lady, and it has been as straight and easy as anythink!"
Some acquaintances accosted her.
"'Ulloo, Peggy, goin' to church on a weekday?"
"'Ave you bin to a treat?"