He said his second best was plenty good to
be buried in. That's another fact."
"I can't stand much more of this," wailed Felicity.
"See here, Miss Bowen, you really oughtn't to talk like that about
people," expostulated Peter in a low tone, goaded thereto, despite
his awe of Peg, by Felicity's anguish.
"Bless you, boy," said Peg good-humouredly, "the only difference
between me and other folks is that I say these things out loud and
they just think them. If I told yez all the things I know about
the people in this congregation you'd be amazed. Have a
peppermint?"
To our horror Peg produced a handful of peppermint lozenges from
the pocket of her skirt and offered us one each. We did not dare
refuse but we each held our lozenge very gingerly in our hands.
"Eat them," commanded Peg rather fiercely.
"Mother doesn't allow us to eat candy in church," faltered
Felicity.
"Well, I've seen just as fine ladies as your ma give their
children lozenges in church," said Peg loftily. She put a
peppermint in her own mouth and sucked it with gusto. We were
relieved, for she did not talk during the process; but our relief
was of short duration. A bevy of three very smartly dressed young
ladies, sweeping past our pew, started Peg off again.
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