"Peggy," she said suddenly, putting into words the suggestion of the moment, "was it mamma's death that made papa so--so--"--Susan hesitated for a word, and at last, with a natural hypocrisy, substituted one that did not express her meaning for a less dutiful term--"so sad?" Peggy made no audible answer, but she screwed her lips into a tight round circle, through which came an invisible, inarticulate "No," most emphatic and unmistakable though unpronounced, shaking her head violently as she did so. Susan was first frightened, then amused, at the extraordinary pantomime. "Don't shake your head off, however," she cried, laughing. "But about Uncle Edward--you never will keep to the point, you troublesome Peggy! If he is an old man, what is he? Has he got any children?--where does he live?--do you know anything about him at all?" "Not a mortal thing," said Peggy, relieving herself by speaking loud. "Who can hear anything here, I would like to know? Not of my own brother, Miss Susan, let alone your mamma's. But he's coming, bless him! I'm strong in the hope nature will come with him, and something will be done for you two." "Peggy, you never spoke of us two before like that," said Susan. "Has anything happened to us that we don't know?" "Oh, bless the innocent!--what do you know?" cried Peggy. "If I never said it before, it was because I saw no hope; but I've told your papa my mind, and that I can tell you, Miss Susan; and I'll tell it to Mr. Edward, if Providence spares me, before he's been twelve hours in this unlucky house!" "You are very odd to-day, Peggy," said Susan, looking at her with curiosity. "But I am sure if Uncle Edward gets us permission to see people sometimes, I should be very glad--but then, we have affronted everybody," added Susan, with a little shrug of her shoulders. "However, he is coming himself--that is the great matter. Peggy, what will you have ready if he comes early? He cannot wait all the time till dinner! How foolish I was, never to think of it before! What _shall_ we do?" "We'll have in the lunch, Miss Susan, and as good a lunch as anybody need wish for," said Peggy, in triumph. "Is that all the good Peggy is for, to think upon things at the last moment?--for as sure as I'm living, there's a wheel upon the big stones in the road!"