“She does not want to go out, and has promised to remain indoors, but of course she does not like to be kept a prisoner.”
“I tell you she must not go out. She can have whatever she likes, and enjoy herself as much as she likes here, but I will not have her trapesing about and letting everybody know our business, and what is going on here.”
“I’ll take good care she doesn’t do that any more.”
“That’s all right then. I hope you’ll keep your word this time.”
“Mother’s sure to do that,” cried Willie. “She does her best, I’m sure.”
“I wish I could be as sure of it; but no matter. Now then go on with your music.”
The two began to play once more. Mrs. Peace, who had quite enough of their musical entertainments, left the room, and made the best of her way towards the kitchen.
As seven o’clock approached the pony and trap were got ready, and Peace drove off to meet Bill Rawton.