'Good sooth I know not be she wench or swain; Her face proclaims her one, her deeds the other ' 'Peggy Peggy where are you? Peggy Aunt Helen wants you Oh, Peggy, do be quick Wherever are you hiding?' Getting no response to her calls, the speaker, a pretty fair-haired girl of fifteen, flung her brown holland cooking-apron over her head, and ran out across the farmyard into the lightly-falling rain. She peeped into the cart-shed, where the hens were scratching about among the loose straw.