The Chichester family, reunited in prosperity, had apparently forgotten the forlorn little girl sitting on the chair, who a moment before had offered to take up the load of making things easier for them by making them harder for herself. All their backs were turned to her.
Jerry looked at her. She caught his eye and smiled, but it had a sad wistfulness behind it.
"Sure, they don't want me now. I'd better take me cab. Good day to yez." And she started quickly for the door.
Jerry stopped her.
"There is just one more condition of Mr. Kingsnorth's will that you must know. Should you go through your course of training satisfactorily to the age of twenty-one, you will inherit the sum of five thousand pounds a year."
"When I'm twenty-one, I get five thousand pounds year?" gasped Peg.
"If you carry out certain conditions."
"An' what are they?"
"Satisfy the executors that you are worthy of the legacy."
"Satisfy you?"