and had only time to pull my hat over my eyes and squeal Peeeter."
"He's very important now," said Margaret, "and wonders how anybody can want to write things and be a poet or a musician when there are real things to do in the world."
Peter looked at his watch.
"Isn't that the least bit rude?" said Margaret.
"No," said Peter; "my train back leaves in one hour, and I could better afford to lose my chances of heaven. I had no business to come, as it was. But I had to come."
Margaret sighed. She had hoped that it would not happen so soon. He followed her into the parlor and closed the door behind him.
"First, Margaret," he said, "I'm going to tell you something that may surprise you a little. It did me; it was so sudden. My sister Ellen is going to be married."
"Ellen!" exclaimed Margaret. "Why, she always said—"
