"Oh! I ain't going to let Mr. Drew think Billy done it." Peggy was waxing bold. "I'm going to tell him it was writ by a noted po'try-maker, and I want to find out what his views is as to its fineness."
Maggie looked dubious.
"He might guess," she said.
"How could he?" Peggy raised her face ecstatically. Then Maggie came close to her mother.
"Ma," she whispered, "don't you know why Billy writ that, and why he wants to get learning, and what not?"
"No," gasped Peggy, and she felt that the heavens were about to open.
"He wants to be different so he can spark—her!"
"Spark?" Peggy panted inanely as if the word were of foreign tongue.
"Yep, spark."
"Her?"