"Will ye give me another minnit—NOW—PLEASE," called Peg, after her, excitedly.
Ethel looked at the letter in her hand, hesitated, then re-entered the room and went down to Peg and said gently:
"All right"
"Only just a minnit," repeated Peg, breathlessly.
"What do you want, Margaret?"
"I want ye to tell me somethin'."
"What is it?"
Peg paused—looked at Ethel bashfully—dropped her eyes to the ground—took a deep breath—then said as fast as she could speak:
"Do ye know anything about—about LOVE?"
"Love?" echoed Ethel, very much astonished.