"Then I'll go and tell him."
She trotted downstairs to the study, and came back shaking her head sadly.
"Daddy isn't coming. Naughty daddy."
"Why do you say that, Peggy?"
"Because he won't come when you want him to."
"Perhaps he's busy."
"Yes," said Peggy thoughtfully. "I fink he's busy." She sat very quiet on a footstool, thinking. "I fink," she said presently, "I'd better go and tell daddy he isn't naughty, else he'll be dreff'ly unhappy."
And she trotted downstairs and up again.
"Daddy sends his love, mummy, and he is busy. S'all I take your love to him?"
That was how it went on, now Peggy was older. That was how she made her mother's heart ache.