"They don't seem enthusiastic about us, do they?" and she looked down at "Michael" and up at Hawkes and indicated the Chichester family, who had by this time all turned their backs on her. She smiled a wan, lonely smile, and with a little pressure on "Michael's" back, murmured: "We're not wanted here, 'Michael!'"
The terrier looked up at her and then buried his head under her arm as though ashamed.
Jarvis came in response to the ring at that moment, bearing a pained, martyr-like expression on his face.
Mrs. Chichester directed him to take away Peg's parcels and the dog.
Peg frightenedly clutched the terrier.
"Oh, no, ma'am," she pleaded. "Plaze lave 'Michael' with me. Don't take him away from me."
"Take it away," commanded Mrs. Chichester severely, "and never let it INSIDE the house again."
"Well, if ye don't want HIM inside yer house ye don't want ME inside yer house," Peg snapped back.
Hawkes interposed. "Oh, come, come, Miss O'Connell, you can see the little dog whenever you want to," and he tried to take "Michael" out of her arms. "Come, let me have him."
But Peg resisted. She was positive when she said: