"I shall. You had no right to go."
"Why are ye so hard on me, Ethel?"
"Because I detest you."
"I'm sorry," said Peg simply. "Ye've spoiled all me pleasure now. Good night, Ethel."
Sore at heart and thoroughly unhappy, poor Peg turned away from Ethel and began to climb the stairs. When she was about half-way up a thought flashed across her. She came back quickly into the room and went straight across to Ethel.
"And what are YOU doin' here—at this time o' night? An' dressed like THAT? An' with that BAG? What does it mane? Where are ye goin'?"
"Go to your room!" said Ethel, livid with anger, and trying to keep her voice down and to hush Peg in case her family were awakened.
"Do you mean to say you were going with—"
Ethel covered Peg's mouth with her hand.
"Keep down your voice, you little fool!"