I helped her to mount. “Bare-back riding is a little undignified for one and twenty, I’m afraid. Now we are really off and in our new characters. Do you know who you are?”
“Miss Margaret Garrett, an English girl who is very troubled what to do with the r’s in her name.”
“We can alter that. My friend always calls his sister Peg.”
“Peg! what a woodeny name.”
“Short for Peggy—we think that rather pretty.”
She repeated it several times and laughed.
“Why do you laugh?”
“You have queer notions of what is pretty.”
“Mine’s worse, I’m called Bob.”
“Bob! Yes, that is much worse. Bob. Bob. Bob. It’s very short, and easy; but it’s very funny.”