“I may as well know,” she said to herself. “I suppose it’s a bit mane of me to listen, but I may as well know.”
“You’ve got a wonderful young lady staying with you now, miss,” said Mrs. Jordan.
Peggy began to whistle exactly like a thrush.
Molly looked up into the tree. “How sweetly that bird sings!” she said. She could not possibly see even a glimpse of Peggy, who was surrounded by a curtain of green leaves.
“I hope the poor little lady won’t be lonesome,” continued Mrs. Jordan.
Peggy now thought that she would venture to imitate a nightingale, and she did so with rare success.
“Oh, do listen! listen!” said Jessie. “I hadn’t the least idea that nightingales were so close.”
“Nor had I,” said Mrs. Jordan. “I’m very glad if they’re going to pair so near us; it will be nice.”
“I’ll tell father about them when he comes in,” said Jessie; “he will be interested.”
“And so will Mary Welsh!” exclaimed Molly.