If I made him angry with her--"
She stopped, and I didn't need to have her go on. My father-in-law is
one of those big, kind, sensible, good-natured men who, when they do
get angry, go clear off the handle, and are so absolutely furious and
unreasonable you can't do anything with them. He got that way at Peter
once--but it makes me so furious myself when I think of it that I never
do.
"And, Lorraine," Madonna went on, quite simply, "bringing all this home
to Aunt Elizabeth and making her pay up for it really has nothing to do
with Peggy's happiness. It is my child's happiness that I want,
Lorraine. There may be a misunderstanding of some
kind--misunderstandings are very cruel things sometimes, Lorraine. I
cannot believe that boy doesn't care for her--why, he loved her dearly!
It seems to me far the best and most dignified thing to just write to
Mr. Goward himself and find out the truth."
"I think so, too!" said I. "Oh, Madonna, you're a Jim Dandy!"
"And so," she went on, "I want you to ask Charles Edward to write
to-night. I'll leave the address with you. As Peggy's brother, it will
be more suitable for him to attend to the matter."
Charles Edward! I simply gasped. The idea of Peter's writing to Harry
Goward to ask him the state of his affections! If Peter's mother
couldn't realize how perfectly impossible it was for even ME to make
Peter do a thing that--Well--I was knocked silly.
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