"Well I have an idea I might tell her name if I chose," said Mrs.
Howland under her breath to Peggy.
"Didn't she do it beautifully?" whispered Peggy, squeezing Mrs.
Howland's hand in a rapture. "But please don't tell. Please don't."
Mrs. Howland smiled down upon the eager face upraised to hers. "Do you think I am likely to?" she asked.
Peggy nodded her head in negative, but before she could say more Polly and another girl came walking down the aisle. Even Peggy looked in surprise at the newcomer, then she gave a little gasp. The girl was much taller than Polly, and rather broad shouldered for a girl, but strange to relate, looked enough like Peggy to be her twin. Mr. Stewart gave a startled exclamation and seemed about to rise from his seat. Peggy laid a detaining hand upon his and whispered: "Don't." Her father looked at her as though he did not know whether his wits or hers were departing. The play was again in progress so Polly and her companion took their seats next Mrs. Harold who had returned some minutes before. Polly was doing her best to control her laughter, but the girl with her was the very personification of decorum.
"In heaven's name who IS that girl?" Peggy's father asked in a low voice.
"He's—he's—" and Peggy broke down.
"What?"
"Yes—I'll tell you later, but isn't it too funny for words?"
"Why child she—he-ahem—that PERSON is enough like you to be your sister. Who—" and poor puzzled Neil Stewart was too bewildered to complete his sentence or follow the play.
"Yes; I've known that from the first and it is perfectly absurd," answered Peggy, "but I never realized HOW like me until this minute. But he will catch the very mischief if he is found out. But WHERE did he get those clothes? They aren't a part of the costumes so far as I know."