"Well, he's coming home before long," said Peg mysteriously.
"Who told you that?" cried Peter in amazement.
"Better not ask," responded Peg, looking up at the skull.
If she meant to make the flesh creep on our bones she succeeded.
But now, much to our relief, the meal was over and Peg invited us
to draw our chairs up to the stove again.
"Make yourselves at home," she said, producing her pipe from her
pocket. "I ain't one of the kind who thinks their houses too good
to live in. Guess I won't bother washing the dishes. They'll do
yez for breakfast if yez don't forget your places. I s'pose none
of yez smokes."
"No," said Felicity, rather primly.
"Then yez don't know what's good for yez," retorted Peg, rather
grumpily. But a few whiffs of her pipe placated her and,
observing Cecily sigh, she asked her kindly what was the matter.
"I'm thinking how worried they'll be at home about us," explained
Cecily.
"Bless you, dearie, don't be worrying over that. I'll send them
word that yez are all snug and safe here."
"But how can you?" cried amazed Cecily.
"Better not ask," said Peg again, with another glance at the
skull.
An uncomfortable silence followed, finally broken by Peg, who
introduced her pets to us and told how she had come by them.
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