"No, I wants to go to a town. Tell about London. There are miles o' shops, ain't there?"
"Miles and miles; but the country is a deal nicer."
"I'm sure it ain't."
"You has to pay for everything in London," Peggy said, slowly thinking it out, "and the country gives it to you free. I picks up sticks for the fires, and in London you'd pay a mint o' money for 'em. Look at my primroses! I didn't pay nothin' for 'em. In London they'd cost a shilling quite, and Miss Joyce brought some watercreases in the t'other day from the stream. She got 'em free. In London you pays."
"Yes," assented Ellen; "you wants money if you goes to Lunnon. I knows that."
"Have you got many friends?" demanded Peggy, looking at her with great interest.
"Why, I haven't one."
"Would you like me as a friend? I think I'd like you. You see we be both in service, and pretty near of an age. I'd like a friend in these parts, and I believe we'd get on fine."
Ellen looked delighted.
"I'd like you first-rate, 'cause you'd tell about Lunnon. But what day do you get out? I'd meet you on a Wednesday."