"I hope to go to Heaven, like all good Catholics," said Peg.
Mrs. Chichester turned away with a gesture of despair.
"I give it up! I give it up!" she said, half-crying.
"I should say so," agreed Alaric. "Such rubbish!"
Peg shook her head the moment Mrs. Chichester turned her back, and the little red curls once more danced in front of her eyes.
"I do everything I can, everything," complained Mrs. Chichester, "but you—you—" she broke off. "I don't understand you! I don't understand you!"
"Me father always said that," cried Peg eagerly; "and if HE couldn't sure how could any one else?"
"Never mind your father," said Mrs. Chichester severely. Peg turned away.
"What IS it?" continued the old lady. "I say WHAT IS IT?"
"What is WHAT?" asked Peg.