Only Peg had changed.
New York seemed a Babel after the quiet of that little north of England home. She shivered as thoughts surged in a jumbled mass through her brain.
They reached O'Connell's apartment.
It had been made brilliant for Peg's return.
There were additions to the meagre furnishings Peg had left behind. Fresh pictures were on the walls. There were flowers everywhere.
O'Connell watched Peg anxiously as she looked around. How would she feel toward her home when she contrasted it with what she had just left?
His heart bounded as he saw Peg's face brighten as she ran from one object to another and commented on them.
"It's the grand furniture we have now, father!"
"Do ye like it, Peg?"
"That I do. And it's the beautiful picture of Edward Fitzgerald ye have on the wall there!"