“I don’t understand your language,” said Hannah.
“Poor ignorums!” said Peggy. “’Tain’t to be expected of the like of yez. There! I’ve no more slape in me, I’m gettin’ up.” She sprang to her feet as she spoke and began to pour cold water into her basin.
“But we don’t get up at this hour,” said the admiring and astonished Hannah.
“Ye mayn’t, but I does.” Splash, splash went the water in the basin. Peggy had submerged her little face and quantities of her glowing reddy-gold hair.
“Ah wisha!” then she said, “that’s reviving.” She scrubbed at her cheeks with a coarse towel, and then proceeded to dress. Hannah watched from over the curtain, spellbound.
“Whatever will you do when you’re dressed?” she asked in a whisper.
“Go out, av course,” said Peggy in a loud, clear voice.
“But it’s against the rules.”
“Faix, I don’t care for thim.”
“Don’t you?”