Peg was dressed in her usual short drugget skirt , rather worn and frayed around the bottom , and a waist of brilliant turkey red calico . She wore no hat , and her grizzled black hair streamed in elf locks over her shoulders . Face , arms and feet were bare -- and face , arms and feet were liberally powdered with FLOUR . Certainly no one who saw Peg that night could ever forget the apparition . Peg 's black eyes , in which shone a more than usually wild and fitful light , roved scrutinizingly over the church , then settled on our pew . `` She 's coming here , '' whispered Felicity in horror . `` Ca n't we spread out and make her think the pew is full ? '' But the manoeuvre was too late . The only result was that Felicity and the Story Girl in moving over left a vacant space between them and Peg promptly plumped down in it . `` Well , I 'm here , '' she remarked aloud . `` I did say once I 'd never darken the door of Carlisle church again , but what that boy there '' -- nodding at Peter -- `` said last winter set me thinking , and I concluded maybe I 'd better come once in a while , to be on the safe side . '' Those poor girls were in an agony . Everybody in the church was looking at our pew and smiling . We all felt that we were terribly disgraced ; but we could do nothing . Peg was enjoying herself hugely , beyond all doubt . From where she sat she could see the whole church , including pulpit and gallery , and her black eyes darted over it with restless glances . `` Bless me , there 's Sam Kinnaird , '' she exclaimed , still aloud . `` He 's the man that dunned Jacob Marr for four cents on the church steps one Sunday . I heard him . ' I think , Jacob , you owe me four cents on that cow you bought last fall .
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