Transcriber’s Note: Minor errors in punctuation and formatting have been silently corrected. Please see the transcriber’s note at the end of this text for details regarding the handling of any textual issues encountered during its preparation. This version of the text cannot represent certain typographical effects. Italics are delimited with the ‘_’ character as _italic_. The full-page illustrations are referred to, in the list provided, by a quote from the text, and the page reference is to the quote, rather than the position of the illustration in the text. In some cases, these were re-positioned to fall nearer the scene referenced. These illustrations also had no captions. They are distinguished, here, by the first few words of the quoted text. [Illustration: Then Lady Peggy, laughing...] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ MY LADY PEGGY GOES TO TOWN ------------------------------------------------------------------------ _By_ FRANCES AYMAR MATHEWS ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ILLUSTRATED BY HARRISON FISHER ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS : NEW YORK ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ _Copyright, 1901, By The Bowen-Merrill Company_ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration: MY LADY PEGGY GOES TO TOWN] THE DECORATIONS DESIGNED BY VIRGINIA KEEP THE COVER DESIGNED BY FRANCIS HAZENPLUG ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration: ILLUSTRATIONS] _Then Lady Peggy, laughing, humming such a gay _Frontispiece_ snatch of a song, comes tripping down the stairs._ _And Lady Peggy and her woman found themselves on _Page 40_ the road to town._ _“A touch, a hit!” cry all at once as a spurt of _Page 68_ blood darts up the supposed Sir Robin’s blade._ _Two watched her as she came in on Beau Brummell’s _Page 112_ arm._ _At the table sat Kennaston, inky-fingered, _Page 158_ scribbling; eyes now rolling to the ceiling, now roving hither and yon._ [Illustration] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration] _The instant that Lady Peggy felt herself in the highwayman’s saddle, she knew that her wrists had met their match._ _Page 186_