"ACCENT is it?" and Peg looked at him in astonishment. "Sure I'VE no accent. I just speak naturally. It's YOU have the accent to my way of thinkin'."
"Really?" asked the amused Jerry. Peg imitated the young man's well-bred, polished tone:
"Wah ye bawn theah?"
Jerry laughed immoderately. Who was this extraordinary little person? was the one thought that was in his mind.
"How would you say it?" he asked.
"I'd say it naturally. I would say: 'Were ye borrn there?' I wouldn't twist the poor English language any worse than it already is."
Peg had enough of the discussion and started off on another expedition of discovery by standing on a chair and examining some china in a cabinet.
Jerry turned up to the windows and drew back the curtains, threw the windows wide open and looked up at the sky. It was once more a crystal blue and the sun was shining vividly.
He called to Peg: "The storm is over. The air is clear of electricity. All the anger has gone from the heavens. See?"
Peg said reverently: "Praise be to God for that."