Where Margot, the French cook and maid-of-all-work, slept, was a mystery.

So it will be seen that the accommodation of the house was extremely limited.
However, Le Beau, looked after by Peggy and Margot, who was devoted to him, was extremely well pleased, and extremely happy in his light airy French way.
In the office was Peggy, making up some accounts.

She was a pretty, small maiden of twenty-five, neatly dressed in a clean print gown, and looking like a dewy daisy.

Her eyes were blue, her hair the color of ripe corn, and her cheeks were of a delicate rose.

There was something pastoral about Peggy, smacking of meadow lands and milking time.