"I don't like any of them," I frankly replied.
"Mar-ga-ret! three syllables! I could not afford the time; Katherine has come down to Kate.—you must be Meg."
I sat at the table taking my tea. I laid down the cup with dismay.
"I don't like Meg," I said.
"Well then, Peg."
"I don't like Peg, either."
"Well then, Peggy."
"I hate Peggy!" I indignantly exclaimed.
"Let the child alone!" said Miss O'Reilly.
"Meg, my dear, a little more milk, if you please," calmly observed Cornelius. Though ready to cry with mortification, I acknowledged the name by complying with his request.