Then she went haphazardly around the room examining everything, sitting in various kinds of chairs, on the sofa, smelling the flowers and wherever she went Jerry followed her, at a little distance.
"Are you going to stay here?" he reopened the conversation with.
"Mebbe I will and mebbe I won't," was Peg's somewhat unsatisfactory answer.
"Did your aunt send for you?"
"No—me uncle."
"Indeed?"
"Yes, indade; me Uncle Nat."
"NAT?"
"Nathaniel Kingsnorth—rest his soul."
"Nathaniel Kingsnorth!" cried Jerry in amazement