"Sure that will be foine," and she chuckled.
"No levity, if you please," said her aunt severely.
"No, aunt."
"Until some decent clothes can be procured for you we will find some from my daughter's wardrobe."
"Sure I've a beautiful dhress in me satchel I go to Mass in on Sundays. It's all silk, and—"
Mrs. Chichester stopped her:
"That will do. Ring, Alaric, please."
As Alaric walked over to press the electric button he looked at Peg in absolute disgust and entire disapproval. Peg caught the look and watched him go slowly across the room. He had the same morbid fascination for her that some uncanny elfish creature might have. If only her father could see him! She mentally decided to sketch Alaric and send it out to her father with a full description of him.
Mrs. Chichester again demanded her attention.
"You must try and realise that you have an opportunity few girls in your position are ever given. I only hope you will try and repay our interest and your late uncle's wishes by obedience, good conduct and hard study."