CHAPTER XIX.
That same morning, but a good deal later, Blanche Farrow woke with a start to find Pegler standing at her bedside with just one letter in her hand.
Pegler was smiling.

It was not a real smile, but just a general softening of her plain, severe face.
Pegler knew that her lady had been rather "put out" at not having received her usual Christmas letter from Mr.Mark Gifford.

She had spoken of it twice to Pegler, once lightly, on December 27, and then again, in a rather upset way, on the 29th.

After that she had pretended to forget all about it.

But Pegler felt sure Miss Farrow did remember--often.