"Yes," Faith whispered.
Peg said "Humph! You mean a proper old glory-row like they have in novelettes, eh? Don't mean to make it up till the last chapter, if ever, eh?"
"I never mean to make it up."
There was a little silence; then Peg said:
"With all his money, it might be worth while."
Faith hid her face.
"I don't want his money. I only want my mother," she sobbed.
"You poor chicken!" Peg took her into motherly arms.
"You shan't ever see him again if you don't want," she promised rashly. "He shan't come in here except over my dead body," she added, with tragic emphasis, and a sudden memory of a pink-backed novelette still lying at home unfinished....