She went to church, and when she bent her head in prayer before the service began, this was her petition— "Oh God! You'll understand, if she don't. And please find me a place as good as that there leper capting's, and send me clothes, and let aunt let me go. For Jesus Christ's sake, Amen." Then she lifted her head with bright hope shining in her eyes. "God 'll do it better than teacher. He's sure to have heard me to-day, 'cause it's in church." She went home comforted, and through the whole of that day, her busy brain was thinking over the story of the little captive maid. "I'd like to do somethin' grand like that. In the first place I gets, I'll try. I'll go to a place where there's a ill gent, and I'll tell him—I'll tell him of them there pills that cured aunt's cousin, and if he'll try 'em and get well, 'twould be grand for me. O' course, 'twouldn't be like tellin' him of a prophet, but teacher says there's no prophets now. But it's easy to do grand things in service. If I never gets a place, it's no good thinkin' of 'em." And so with alternate hopes and fears, Sunday wore away. Not once did she got chance of looking at her precious cap, but the knowledge of her possession was joy to her. CHAPTER II "IN SERVICE TO MY AUNT" EARLY the next morning she woke, and hearing by her aunt's heavy breathing that she was sound asleep, she cautiously sat up in her little iron bed. She would like to have drawn aside the old curtain from the window, but she dared not cross the floor. Her aunt was a light sleeper, and her only chance of an uninterrupted time was whilst Mrs. Perkins was unconscious of her presence. So, as quickly as she could, she propped up her bit of glass against the wall, and proceeded to array herself in her cap. It was rather a difficult process. First her hair had to be rolled up in a little knob, and it was too short to be tractable. Ends kept sticking out, and then nothing would induce the cap to keep in its rightful position. She pinned it here, and she pinned it there, and each time got it more crooked. But patience and perseverance at last won the day, and Peggy surveyed herself with rapture. "Yes," she said aloud, with a pleased nod at her reflection. "You look a first-rate servant, Peg. Quite a proper one, and you could open the door to a dook quite nice. 'Come in, sir, please. Glad to see you, sir. Will tell my missus you're here, sir. Yes.' Oh lor!" Her head was tossed so high, that off flew her cap, and a querulous voice broke in upon her make-believe. "Now what on earth are you doin' of, Peg? Are you going crazy? What are you a-dressin up for, at this time o' mornin'?" Peggy's cheeks turned crimson. She scrambled into bed. "Are you crazed?" repeated her aunt. "Tell me what you're a-doin' of. Lookin' like a monkey with a white thing on yer 'ead! Speak at once, you good-for-nothin'!"