The Snowy Owl was all on fire with ardour and sympathy. Peggy looked at her in surprise, but the Fluffy Owl laughed. "You have struck the Snowy's hobby," she said. "She is going to study medicine, you know. Go along; she will be happy all the rest of the day, bandaging and cosseting you."
"But it doesn't hurt!" said Peggy, still wondering.
"Never mind!" said the Snowy Owl. "It ought to hurt, Peggy Montfort, and it will hurt in a little while. Come along and be bandaged!" and, meekly wondering, Peggy went.
CHAPTER XIII.
PEGGY VICTRIX!
"Well, it certainly was a great success!" said the Scapegoat. It was the day after the reception, and she had drifted into the Owls' Nest toward twilight, and now stood by the mantelpiece, swaying backward and forward in the light, wind-blown way she had.
"A great success!" she repeated, thoughtfully. "Why, it was actually pleasant! How did you manage it?"
"We didn't manage it," said honest Bertha. "It just came so. Everybody was ready to have a good time, and had it; that was all."