he dance," said Peggy gaily.

"You will not, Miss! You'll plan how to help me clean the back cellar
this beautiful sunny morning that was just made for it," said her
mother sternly, appearing on the scene, and carrying off a protesting
Peggy.

Marjorie, left alone, addressed herself to resting up in preparation
for the afternoon's trip. There was a big hammock on the porch, and
thither, wrapped in her heavy coat, she went to lie. She tried to
think out some plans for her future life without Francis; but the plans
were hard to make. There were so many wild things to watch; even the
clouds and sky seemed different up here. And presently when Peggy, no
more than healthfully excited by her hard morning's work on the cellar,
came prancingly out to enjoy more of her guest's society, she found her
curled up, asleep, one hand under her cheek, looking about ten years
old and very peaceful.

"Isn't she the darling!" she breathed to her mother.

"She is that!" said Mrs. O'Mara heartily. "But they've both got fine
young tempers of their own, for all they're so gay and friendly.
Somebody's going to learn who's rulin' the roost, when the first edge
of the honeymoon's off. And it's in me mind that the under-dog won't
be Mr. Francis."

"Oh, mother! How can you talk so horridly?" remonstrated Peggy. "As
if they ever had any chance of quarreling!"

"There's none," said Mrs. O'Mara wisely, "but has the chancet of
quarrelin' when they're man an' wife. An' why not? Sure it brightens
life a bit! 'Tis fine when it's over, as the dentist said to me whin
he pulled out the big tooth in me back jaw."

"Well, I know _I'm_ never going to quarrel," said Peggy vehemently.

"Then ye'd be a reformed character itself, an' why not start to curb
yer temper now?" said her mother. "I can mind a certain day----"

But Peggy engulfed her mother in a violent embrace, holding her mouth
shut as she did so, and as Peggy was even taller than Mrs. O'Mara and
quite as strong, the ensuing struggle and laughter woke Marjorie.

"Now, see that! An' take shame to yerself!" said Mrs. O'Mara
apologetically. "'Twas me angel girl here, Mrs. Ellison, explainin' by
fine arguments how peaceful-minded she is. Now let me away, Peggy, for
there's the meal to make."

Peggy, laughing as usual, sat down unceremoniously by Marjorie.

"I was just saying that I didn't see why married people should
quarrel," she explained, "and mother says that they all have