Peggy felt dismay for the first time, but she sat still in her corner. Other servants came and went, but she did indeed seem to be the smallest of them all. Presently, with a sigh, she got up. "P'raps I'll call again to-morrow," she said. "There must be some nice places goin', and I means to get into one of 'em!" She made her exit very quietly. The Miss Shipleys seemed rather relieved to get rid of her. Once outside, big tears came to her eyes. "Peggy, you ought to be 'shamed of yourself, great cry-baby! You've got your clothes, and of course you'll get a place." She rubbed her eyes vigorously, and was startled when she heard a lady's voice close to her. "What is the matter, little girl? Can't you get a place?" Peggy looked up astonished, not knowing that her words were overheard. A lady dressed in mourning was addressing her, and Peggy thought she had one of the sweetest faces that she had ever seen. "Oh, please 'm," she cried, "do you want a servant? I'd like ever so to come and live with you." The lady smiled. "I am just going in to the Registry for a girl, but I think you are too small." "That's what they say," said Peggy, with a little gulp in her throat. "And if they only knew what I can do! I can scrub floors, and clean grates, and make beds, and clean winders—" She rattled off the list of her accomplishments with hope once more shining in her eyes, as she saw the lady's interest in her. "And, please 'm," she hurried to say, "I don't mind if you don't have a garding; but I'd do for you faithful wherever you be." "We can't well talk in the street," said the lady. "Come inside. I will ask Miss Shipley about you." Peggy followed her in with bright eyes and red cheeks. "We don't know anything about her, Miss Churchhill," said Miss Shipley when questioned. "She appeared about an hour ago. We wonder if she is quite—well, quite bright!" The lady looked down at Peggy's eager face. "Not much the matter there," she said, with a smile. "The fact is, Miss Shipley, we are giving up our town house, and my sister and I have taken a small cottage in the country. We thought of taking some respectable girl down with us." "Oh, please 'm," broke in the irrepressible Peggy, "'tis the very place for me. Mrs. Creak says the country is so clean, and I'll have to be awful careful with my caps and aprons. Oh, please try me, and see if I don't soot you." Miss Churchhill smiled again, and then questioned her closely as to references. The interview ended in Peggy leading the lady straight to Mrs. Creak's sweet-shop. "Mrs. Creak will tell you all about me 'm. And she knows what good service is, for she lived in a Rectory. I s'pose 'm, you haven't a Rectory and a church belongin' to you!" Miss Churchhill's eyes grow moist. "I have known what it is to have a church belonging to me," she said gently. "My father was in charge of one in the East End, and died from overwork only a month ago." Peggy nodded sympathetically.