Chapter 10 - (VERSO)
“Peg, there’s trouble brewing,” I said. “I’m sure of it by Aunt Olivia’s face – it was gray. And she has gone down alone—and shut the door.”
“I am going to hear what she says to him,” said Peggy resolutely. “It is her own fault—she has spoiled us by always insisting that we should be present at their interviews. That poor man has had to do his courting under our very eyes. Come on, Mary.”
The south-west room was directly over the parlor and there was an open stovepipe-hole leading up therefrom. Peggy removed the hatbox that was on it, and we both
From "Aunt Olivia's Beau."