Can any of yez tell me this -- is Queen Victory a married woman ? '' `` Oh , yes , but her husband is dead , '' answered the Story Girl . `` Well , I s ` pose they could n't have called her an old maid , seeing she was a queen , even if she 'd never got married . 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 would n't be Queen Victory for anything . But when it 's winter and cold and I ca n't git nowheres -- I feel as if I would n'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 . The one-eyed cat remitted his grim watch and went to sleep . Outside the wind screamed like a ravening beast at the window . Suddenly Peg removed her pipe from her mouth , bent forward , gripped my wrist with her sinewy fingers until I almost cried out with pain , and gazed straight into my face . I felt horribly frightened of her . She seemed an entirely different creature . A wild light was in her eyes , a furtive , animal-like expression was on her face . When she spoke it was in a different voice and in different language . `` Do you hear the wind ? '' she asked in a thrilling whisper . `` What IS the wind ?
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