Peggy.
Yes, but that's not my real, real name, you know.
Margaret.
Then what is your real, real name, dear?
Peggy.
Margaret.
Margaret.
[With a gasp.] So—your name is Margaret?
Peggy.
Yes, but mamma's name was Margaret, too, so
when I was a little wee, wee baby papa called me
Peggy.
Margaret.
[Forgetting herself for a moment and the mission that has brought her there, and drawing the child to her side.] Do you know, my mamma's name was Margaret, and when I was a wee, wee girlie my father used to—[Checking herself, then pointing to the picture.] That's a picture of your mamma, isn't it?
Peggy.
[Nodding.] Um!
Margaret.
Don't people say you are very like your mamma,
Peggy?
Peggy.
Yes, papa says mamma and I are twins.
Margaret.
[Laughing a little and putting her arm around the child.] As like as twins. You loved your mamma,
didn't you?
