Page 87 - The Little sister of Wilifred

whether I slave myself to death than
you do. What under the canopy do

you set there starm’ at me for with all
there is In this house to do? Go to

work this minute, Peg.1'
Thus being brought back to the real­

ities of life, Peggy now flew about to
make up for lost time ; but ft was ah

ready growing dark when she went up­

stairs with the lamps. The rooms were
nearly all vacant, and Peggy, depositing
the last and the best of the lamps on

Mr. Bolander’s table, sat down to take

breath.
She curled herself up in his big chair,

meaning to wait until lie came in. Per.
haps, having heard none all day, she

longed for a kind word; for Mr, Bolan-
der was cramming for an examination

just then, and her lessons had been
omitted. Perhaps she wished to know