Peggy did not hear. "Daughter, it is eleven o’clock." Peggy jumped. "O, yes, father. I’ll go to bed as soon as I have finished reading this canto." She bent again over the page, but her father was not satisfied. "If Sally’s likely to be gone any time, I think your mother had better come back. It won’t do, you know, to have you overworking--" Peggy whirled about, quite forgetting the "Fairie Queen." "O, father, don’t do that. I’ll get along splendidly. It would be such a shame to spoil mother’s visit with Alice. And Sally may be back any day. I wouldn’t have them know for anything." Mr. Raymond went upstairs only half convinced, as Peggy guessed from his expression. She made up her mind that in the future when it was necessary for her to study late she would do it in her own room, where it would disturb nobody. She further decided on rising at five o’clock to get as much as possible of the day’s work out of the way before school. Peggy’s plan might have been feasible had she ever learned the gentle art of slighting. Perhaps there was an atom of foolish pride at the bottom of her determination to keep the house in as scrupulous order as if her mother and Sally had both been present to assist. She was out of bed long before daylight every morning, sweeping and dusting, rubbing and polishing, till by breakfast time she was faint and tired, and found it necessary to scrub her cheeks violently with a rough crash towel before she dared trust herself under her father’s eyes. With her mother the stratagem would probably have failed, but Mr. Raymond seeing the blooming cheeks and vivacious smile of the young person behind the coffee-pot, said to himself that it looked as if Peggy were getting on all right, and that it would be a pity to spoil his wife’s visit, unless it were absolutely necessary. Dick enjoyed the new regime. Dick heartily approved of his sister’s cooking, even going so far as to brag of it in the neighborhood. One of the boys who received the brotherly boasts with a supercilious air, was immediately challenged. "See here, you don’t believe it, do you? I tell you what! You and Tom come ’round to-night to supper. That’s all. Just come ’round and see for yourselves." The challenge was accepted, and Dick went home with the high spirits of one who has defended the family honor. As he passed the kitchen window he experienced a distinct shock. Peggy was visible, but not the blooming Peggy of the morning. She was pale and heavy-eyed and a damp towel tied around her forehead gave the clue. Early rising, late study, and almost continuous work between had resulted in a sick headache, which Peggy, limp and languid, was doing her best to fight off.