Sometimes I sez to myself, 'Peg, would you like to be Queen Victory ?' But I never know what to answer.

In summer, when I can roam anywhere in the woods and the sunshine--I wouldn't be Queen Victory for anything.

But when it's winter and cold and I can't git nowheres--I feel as if I wouldn't mind changing places with her." Peg put her pipe back in her mouth and began to smoke fiercely.

The candle wick burned long, and was topped by a little cap of fiery red that seemed to wink at us like an impish gnome.

The most grotesque shadow of Peg flickered over the wall behind her.