"Aren't you friends?"
"Indade—INDEED—INDEED—we're NOT. None of them are with me."
"What a shame!"
"Wait until ye hear what me aunt says when ye ask her about the dance!"
"Don't you think she'll let you go?"
"No. I do NOT." She looked at him quizzically for a moment. Then she burst out laughing. He was glad to see her spirits had returned and wondered as to the cause. She looked up at him, her eyes dancing with mischief:
"Misther Jerry, will ye take me all the same if me aunt doesn't consent?"
"Why, Peg—" he began, astonishedly.
"But I haven't got an evenin' dress. Does it matter?"
"Not in the least, but—"