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‘posed an inquiry into the facts in the
case, by insisting upon being taken up
into the garret to see Peggy. We
looked at each other with eyes which
were beginning to open to the truth.
Why had we never thought of it be-
fore? If there was any “Peggy,” why
hadn’t she sometimes appeared to carry
us off? we had surely been bad enough
a great many times. From that hour,
faith in “Peggy” began to wax dim.
The only important idea I remember
to have acquired from books, while at
this temple of learning, was, that my
teacher, Miss America, had been dis-
covered somewhere or other, by “ Chris-