“I? Oh, I shall never leave Philadelphia, Peggy. I shall always stay right here, and be a nurse.”
“Dear me! there’s mother calling again,” cried Peggy in dismay. “We have been talking in very truth instead of working. There is so much that I should like to hear about Betty. I think she might have told me. What a belle she hath become, and how pretty she is! So all thy plans for her and Fairfax would have gone awry, had the poor fellow lived!”
“Peggy, does thee think that he really cared for her?”
Peggy’s brows contracted into a thoughtful look.
“I don’t know,” she responded. “He was of a truth much interested when he saw her. She was very sweet that day. It was when Clifford was here, thee remembers?”
“I remember, Peggy. If thee sees thy cousin will thee tell him all about how I came to show Sheriff Will the closet?”
“Yes, Sally. I will.”
“And if thee gets into trouble, and can’t get home, if thee will let me know I’ll come for thee,” said Sally impressively.
Peggy laughed.