"Mamma dear, it's me—Peggy," she said.
"Come in, darling," mamma's voice replied.
"I've brought you the sweet little red shoes to see," said Peggy, carefully unfolding the paper which held her treasures, and holding them out for mamma's admiration.
"They are very pretty indeed—really lovely little shoes," she said, handling them with care, but so as to see them thoroughly. "It was very kind of that lady. I wonder who she was? Of course in a general way I wouldn't like you to take presents from strangers, but she must have done it in such a very nice way. Was she an old lady, Peggy?"
"Oh yes!" said Peggy, "quite old. She was neely as big as you, mamma dear. I daresay she's neely as old as you are."
Mamma began to laugh.
"You little goose," she said. But Peggy didn't see anything to laugh at in what she had said, and her face remained quite sober.
"I don't understand you, mamma dear," she said.
"Well, listen then; didn't Hal buy a pair of new boots for himself to-day?" mamma began.
"No, mamma dear. Nurse buyed them for he," Peggy replied.