“Yes,” said Jack, amazed at the woman's composure.
“I thought some of you would be coming on,” said Peg, whose prolific genius had already mapped out her course.
“You did?”
“Yes, it was only natural. But what did your father and mother say to the letter I wrote them?”
“The letter you wrote them!”
“The letter in which I wrote that Ida's mother had been so pleased with the appearance and manners of her child, that she could not resolve to part with her, and had determined to keep her for the present.”
“You don't mean to say,” said Jack, “that any such letter as that has been written?”
“What, has it not been received?” inquired Peg, in the greatest apparent astonishment.
“Nothing like it,” answered Jack. “When was it written?”
“The second day after Ida's arrival,” replied Peg, unhesitatingly.