Faith's eyes clouded with tears. "No," she said; "it was like the end of everything."
Peg paused again to regard her with curiosity. She had never met a girl quite like this one before. "What did he die of?" she asked blankly after a moment.
It was Faith's turn now to stop work; she looked up with a sudden flush in her pale face.
"He was ruined," she said. "Someone took all his money, and it killed him."
"Oh," said Peg, thoughtfully. "Like a novelette. I suppose your mother was a lady," she added with a touch of sarcasm.
Faith answered simply enough: "She was in a shop at Clapham when father married her, and his people never forgave him."
"You mean because they were swells?"
"Yes, I suppose so; I've never seen any of them."
"It's like a novelette again," said Peg, and fell upon her machine with renewed energy.
It was some moments before she next spoke.