Her mother’s eyes were reading her daughter’s face with some anxiety.
“Don’t be rude, child,” she said sharply.
“I was not thinking of you, Mamma,” said Peg.
“Well,” said her mother more calmly, “I am quite sure I can trust you, after all you have seen of the right sort of life and the right sort of people for the past two years, to show both self-control and sound common sense.”
“I hope so, Mamma,” said Peg demurely.
“And I hope too, Peggy, that you will remember that you must consider your future.”
“I hope so, Mamma,” said Peg, more demurely.
“Of course, Paul is a fine boy and he has many attractive qualities, but he is hardly more than a boy, and——”
“He is over twenty-two, Mamma, just two years older than I.”
“But he knows absolutely nothing of the world.”