"If you please 'm, may I come?"
"I am going to see your Sunday school teacher. I know her slightly. Mrs. Creak gives a good account of you, Peggy, but you see Mrs. Creak is quite a stranger to me."
"She's real good 'm, Mrs. Creak is."
"I have no doubt of it. I will write to you after I have seen Miss Gregory. Good afternoon, Peggy."
Miss Churchhill walked away, and Peggy darted into the sweet-shop, where she stayed for half an hour talking over the wonderful fortune that might be coming to her.
[CHAPTER IV]
COUNTRY MUD
IT was a mild afternoon towards the end of February. Sundale Station looked deserted when the London train dashed into it. Only a porter stood on the platform to welcome any arrivals, and when the one passenger proved to be our Peggy, hugging her small box, he looked at her with grim humour.
"I'm paid by the Company to wait on you, Miss, so hand over. Where are you going? Not from this part, are you?"
"I'm going to my place."