"In the country, where father used to live. Oh yes, I know. I heerd Matilda-Jane a-asking 'im about it," said Sarah.
"Oh, and did he tell you any more? Do ask him if it's really not far to get there," said Peggy, eagerly.
Sarah nodded.
"I won't forget," she said; "and then, missy, when you axes us to the tea-party, I'll be able to tell you all about it."
She did not mean to be cunning, poor little girl, but she was rather afraid Peggy might forget about the tea-party, and she thought it was not a bad plan to say something which might help to make her remember it.
"Yes," Peggy replied, "that would be lovely. Do make him tell all you can, Light Smiley. Oh, I do wish mamma would come home now, and I'd ask her about the tea-party immediately. I'm sure she'd let me, for she likes us to be kind to poor people."
Sarah drew herself up a little at this.
"We're not—not to say poor folk," she said, with some dignity. "There's a many of us, and it's hard enough work, but still——"
"Oh, don't be vexed," said Peggy. "I know you're not like—like beggars, you know. And I think we're rather poor too. Mamma often says papa has to work hard."
Sarah grew quite friendly again.