"Pegler!" she exclaimed.

"What's the matter, you dear old thing ?" But Pegler wrenched away her hand, rather ungraciously.

"After two such nights as I've had," she muttered, "it's no wonder I'm a bit upset." Excellent maid though she was--Miss Farrow had never known anyone who could do hair as Pegler could--the woman was in some ways very unconventional, very unlike an ordinary lady's maid.
"Now do tell me exactly what happened ?" Miss Farrow spoke with a mixture of coaxing and kindly authority.

"What do you think you saw?
I need hardly tell you that _I_ don't believe in ghosts." As the maid well knew, the speaker might have finished the sentence with "or in anything else." But that fact, Pegler being the manner of woman she was, did not detract from the affection and esteem in which she held her lady.

You can't have everything--such was her simple philosophy--and religious people do not always act up to their profession.