"Well, now, aunt, ye will do me a favour if you will stop spakin' about me father the way you do. It hurts me, it does. I love my father and—I—I—"
"WILL—YOU—STOP?"
"I have stopped." And Peg sank back in her chair, breathing hard and her little fists punching against each other.
Her aunt then made the following proposition: "If I consent to take charge of you for a further period, will you promise me you will do your best to show some advancement during the next month?"
"Yes, aunt," said Peg readily.
"And if I get fresh tutors for you, will you try to keep them?"
"Yes, aunt."
Mrs. Chichester questioned Alaric. "What do you think?"
"We might risk it," replied Alaric, turning to his sister: "Eh, Ethel?"
"Don't ask me," was Ethel's reply.