id he； Peter？ He used to be a beau of minehe seen me home three times from singing school when we was young。 Some folks said he did it for a dare。 There's such a lot of jealousy in the world； ain't there？ Do you know where he is now？〃
〃No；〃 said Peter。
〃Well； he's coming home before long；〃 said Peg mysteriously。
〃Who told you that？〃 cried Peter in amazement。
〃Better not ask；〃 responded Peg； looking up at the skull。
If she meant to make the flesh creep on our bones she succeeded。 But now； much to our relief； the meal was over and Peg invited us to draw our chairs up to the stove again。
〃Make yourselves at home；〃 she said； producing her pipe from her pocket。 〃I ain't one of the kind who thinks their houses too good to live in。 Guess I won't bother washing the dishes。 They'll do yez for breakfast if yez don't forget your places。 I s'pose none of yez smokes。〃
〃No；〃 said Felicity； rather primly。
〃Then yez don't know what's good for yez；〃 retorted Peg； rather grumpily。 But a few whiffs of her pipe placated her and； observing Cecily sigh； she asked her kindly what was the matter。
〃I'm thinking how worried they'll be at home about us；〃 explained Cecily。
〃Bless you； dearie； don't be worrying over that。 I'll send them word that yez are all snug and safe here。〃
〃But how can you？〃 cried amazed Cecily。
〃Better not ask；〃 said Peg again； with another glance at the skull。
An uncomfortable silence followed； finally broken by Peg； who introduced her pets to us and told how she had come by them。 The black cat was her favourite。
〃That cat knows more than I do； if yez'll believe it；〃 she said proudly。 〃I've got a rat too； but he's a bit shy when strangers is round。 Your cat got all right again that time； didn't he？〃
〃Yes；〃 said the Story Girl。
〃Thought he would；〃 said Peg； nodding sagely。 〃I seen to that。 Now； don't yez all be staring at the hole in my dress。〃
〃We weren't；〃 was our chorus of protest。
〃Looked as if yez were。 I tore that yesterday but I didn't mend it。 I was brought up to believe that a hole was an accident but a patch was a disgrace。 And so your Aunt Olivia is going to be married after all？〃
This was news to us。 We felt and looked dazed。
〃I never heard anything of it；〃 said the Story Girl。
〃Oh； it's true enough。 She's a great fool。 I've no faith in husbands。 But one good thing is she ain't going to marry that Henry Jacobs of Markdale。 He wants her bad enough。 Just like his presumption；thinking himself good enough for a King。 His father is the worst man alive。 He chased me off his place with his dog once。 But I'll get even with him yet。〃
Peg looked very savage； and visions of burned barns floated through our minds。
〃He'll be punished in hell； you know；〃 said Peter timidly。
〃But I won't be there to see that；〃 rejoined Peg。 〃Some folks say I'll go there because I don't go to church oftener。 But I don't believe it。〃
〃Why don't you go？〃 asked Peter； with a temerity that bordered on rashness。
〃Well； I've got so sunburned I'm afraid folks might take me for an Injun；〃 explained Peg； quite seriously。 〃Besides； your minister makes such awful long prayers。 Why does he do it？〃
〃I suppose he finds it easier to talk to God than to people；〃 suggested Peter reflectively。
〃Well； anyway； I belong to the round church；〃 said Peg comfortably； 〃and so the devil can't catch ME at the corners。 I haven't been to Carlisle church for over three years。 I thought I'd a…died laughing the last time I was there。 Old Elder Marr took up the collection that day。 He'd on a pair of new boots and they squeaked all the way up and down the aisles。 And every time the boots squeaked the elder made a face； like he had toothache。 It was awful funny。 How's your missionary quilt coming on； Cecily？〃
Was there anything Peg didn't know？
〃Very well；〃 said Cecily。
〃You can put my name on it； if you want to。〃
〃Oh； thank you。 Which sectionthe five…cent one or the ten…cent one？〃 asked Cecily timidly。
〃The ten…cent one； of course。 The best is none too good for me。 I'll give you the ten cents another time。 I'm short of change just nownot being as rich as Queen Victory。 There's her picture up therethe one with the blue sash and diamint crown and the lace curting on her head。 Can any of yez tell me thisis Queen Victory a married woman？〃
〃Oh； yes； but her husband is dead；〃 answered the Story Girl。
〃Well； I s'pose they couldn't have called her an old maid； seeing she was a queen； even if she'd never got married。 Sometimes I sez to myself； 'Peg； would you like to be Queen Victory？' But I never know what to answer。 In summer； when I can roam anywhere in the woods and the sunshineI wouldn't be Queen Victory for anything。 But when it's winter and cold and I can't git nowheresI feel as if I wouldn't mind changing places with her。〃
Peg put her pipe back in her mouth and began to smoke fiercely。 The candle wick burned long； and was topped by a little cap of fiery red that seemed to wink at us like an impish gnome。 The most grotesque shadow of Peg flickered over the wall behind her。 The one…eyed cat remitted his grim watch and went to sleep。 Outside the wind screamed like a ravening beast at the window。 Suddenly Peg removed her pipe from her mouth； bent forward； gripped my wrist with her sinewy fingers until I almost cried out with pain； and gazed straight into my face。 I felt horribly frightened of her。 She seemed an entirely different creature。 A wild light was in her eyes； a furtive； animal…like expression was on her face。 When she spoke it was in a different voice and in different language。
〃Do you hear the wind？〃 she asked in a thrilling whisper。 〃What IS the wind？ What IS the wind？〃
〃IIdon't know；〃 I stammered。
〃No more do I；〃 said Peg； 〃and nobody knows。 Nobody knows what the wind is。 I wish I could find out。 I mightn't be so afraid of the wind if I knew what it was。 I am afraid of it。 When the blasts come like that I want to crouch down and hide me。 But I can tell you one thing about the windit's the only free thing in the worldTHEONLYFREETHING。 Everything else is subject to some law； but the wind is FREE。 It bloweth where it listeth and no man can tame it。 It's freethat's why I love it； though I'm afraid of it。 It's a grand thing to be freefree freefree！〃
Peg's voice rose almost to a shriek。 We were dreadfully frightened； for we knew there were times when she was quite crazy and we feared one of her 〃spells〃 was coming on her。 But with a swift movement she turned the man's coat she wore up over her shoulders and head like a hood； completely hiding her face。 Then she crouched forward； elbows on knees； and relapsed into silence。 None of us dared speak or move。 We sat thus for half an hour。 Then Peg jumped up and said briskly in her usual tone；
〃Well； I guess yez are all sleepy and ready for bed。 You girls can sleep in my bed over there； and I'll take the sofy。 Yez can put the cat off if yez like； though he won't hurt yez。 You boys can go downstairs。 There's a big pile of straw there that'll do yez for a bed； if yez put your coats on。 I'll light yez down； but I ain't going to leave yez a light for fear yez'd set fire to the place。〃
Saying good…night to the girls； who looked as if they thought their last hour was come； we went to the lower room。 It was quite empty； save for a pile of fire wood and another of clean straw。 Casting a stealthy glance around； ere Peg withdrew the light； I was relieved to see that there were no skulls in sight。 We four boys snuggled down in the straw。 We did not expect to sleep； but we were very tired and before we knew it our eyes were shut； to open no more till morning。 The poor girls were not so fortunate。 They always averred they never closed an eye。 Four things prevented them from sleeping。 In the first place Peg snored loudly； in the second place the fitful gleams of firelight kept flickering over the skull for half the night and making gruesome effects on it； in the third place Peg's pillows and bedclothes smelled rankly of tobacco smoke； and in the fourth place they were afraid the rat Peg had spoken of might come out to make their acquaintance。 Indeed； they were sure they heard him skirmishing about several times。
When we wakened in the morning the storm was over and a young morning was looking through rosy eyelids across a white world。 The little clearing around Peg's cabin was heaped with dazzling drifts； and we boys fell to and shovelled out a road to her well。 She gave us breakfaststiff oatmeal porridge without milk； and a boiled egg apiece。 Cecily could NOT eat her porridge； she declared she had such a bad cold that she had no appetite； a cold she certainly had； the rest of us choked our messes down and after we had done so Peg asked us if we had noticed a soapy taste。
〃The soap fell into the porridge while I was making it；〃 she said。 〃But；〃smacking her lips；〃I'm going to make yez an Irish stew for dinner。 It'll be fine。〃
An Irish stew concocted by Peg！ No wonder Dan said hastily；
〃You are very kind but we'll have to go right home。〃
〃Yez can't walk；〃 said Peg。
〃Oh； yes； we can。 The drifts are so hard they'll carry； and the snow