Page 49 - The Little sister of Wilifred

men, and pathetically imploring Bolan­

der not to fight a duel for her sake.
That any human being should speak a

word ia her behalf was a wonderful

thing to Peggy, and her gratitude knew
no bounds.

Peggy’s champion was a small man,
with a boyish face and a gentle voice*

His brown hair curled lightly all over
his head and looked, Peggy admiringly

thought, like a beautiful French doll's.

He had pink cheeks, gray eyes, and a
pair of ears that were certainly too large

for beauty and projected very far from
his head. These ears, together with a

budding mustache that Peggy unkindly
called his third eyebrow, prevented the

likeness to the French doll being very

pronounced. Bolander1 s allowance was
small, so that he was obliged to cut,down

his expenses to the smallest possible