“Ah thin, thank ye, ma’am, for that same.”
“I hope you will be happy with us, Peggy; we want you to be happy.”
“Ye’re not at all likely to have yer wish thin, ma’am.”
“And why not, my child?”
“Because ’tis me heart is breakin’, ma’am; it’s breakin’ slow but sure, the crack gets wider every day, an’ whin I see her an’ hear her voice trying to take off me blessed, beautiful tongue, why, fire rises up in me. Oh ma’am, did ye iver feel the fire rise up inside of ye an’ burn so that ye could scarcely hold yerself together?”
“I’m afraid I have; but of course all good and brave girls learn to conquer that, Peggy; if they cannot, they had far better be out of the world.”
“Is that truth ye’re speakin’, ma’am?”
“I am speaking the truth. ‘He that ruleth his spirit is better than he that taketh a city.’ The blessed, beautiful Bible says that, and it is true.”
“Say thim words again for me, ma’am.”
Miss Archdale did so.