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The Loom of Destiny The butler was smiling behind his hand. Peggy saw it, and as she went past she kicked him vigorously and viciously on the shins.

"Poor Peggy," said the woman with the diamond ring, as she held Ali Baba's hand under the table. She understood.

Up in the hay-mow, to the consternation of the listening Hawkins, Peggy was crying as if her heart was broken for all time.

"Yes," the child's mother was saying over the coffee, "Peggy is just at the awkward age, is n't she?" 48