“Why, I believe I have a few handsful somewhere about the house,” said
Peg. “If it be those you are come to see, I shall have pleasure in
directing you to my maid.”
Now when quite close I bent my slow eyes upon our little Peg. There she
stood, a lamp of beauty! and never the sign of your diamonds or rubies
about her--nothing of ornament save a rose my Jim had brought, and the
little coral of my mother's which Peg took from the cabinet on that
summer day. As she offered me her hand, she lifted up her face to mine.
She gave me no word but the red blood showed in her cheek a match for my
coral. Then her eyes fell; and next, with a heart full to foolishness of
a joy that was like a mystery, I passed on to walk the air and join the
General.
“Our victory was measureless,” declared the General, in the stiff manner
of him who makes report, when late that night he and I were about our
inevitable pipes in his room. The General would discuss Peg's reception.
“Sir, it was absolute triumph. Do you know how Peg's function compared
with those of the enemy? 'Quantity and quality' were her words; you
remember that. Do you know on those two points, how our affair compared
with those of Ingham and Berrien and Branch? You do not? Sir, you
surprise me, and you to be a soldier whom I myself taught! Why! how are
you to know when we win or lose if you keep no account of the fight?
'Quantity and quality,' mark you! that is the test.” The General was in
towering spirit and as exalted of brow as one might wish to see. It was
like the real war to him. “Now,” he went on, “I was of a mind to know
results; I took measures for a count of noses, and a list of your folk
who called at those four cabinet houses to-day. Sir, it may please you
to hear that on both proposals of 'quality and quantity' Peg and you and
I overpowered those Redsticks as ten would overpower one.”
The General smoked on in silent satisfaction; I said nothing, my mind
being wholly taken with my coral on Peg's bosom, and never mark of
diamond or ruby for a blemish to the rich beauty of her neck and face
and the cataract of gold-black hair to fall about her shoulders.
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