anner that surprised her; the more so,
that Suneva immediately began to take off her bonnet and cloak, and
make herself quite at home. Margaret saw then that she wore a rich
silk dress and many gold ornaments, and that her father also wore his
Sunday suit. The truth flashed upon her in a moment. There was no need
for Peter to say--

"Suneva and I have just been married, Margaret. Suppose thou make us a
cup of tea."

At that hour, and under such circumstances, nothing could have induced
her to obey the request. Never before had she disobeyed her father,
and it gave her a shock to do it, but all the same she enjoyed the
sensation. Make tea for Suneva! For the woman who had supplanted her
in her father's affection, and in all her rights! She felt that she
would rather take her child, and walk out with it upon the dark and
desolate moor.

But she was slow of speech, and in her anger and amazement she could
find no word to interpret her emotion. One long, steady look she gave
her father--a look which Peter never forgot--then, haughtily as a
discrowned queen, but with a face as white as snow, she left the room.
Suneva laughed, but it was not an ill-natured laugh. "It would have
been better had we told her, Peter," she said. "If I had been thy
daughter, I should not have liked thee to bring home a wife without a
word about it."

"It will be an ill day with Peter Fae when he asks his women what he
shall do, or how he shall do it. Yes, indeed!"

Suneva looked queerly at him. She did not speak a word, but her
dancing, gleaming eyes said very plainly that such an "ill day" might
be coming even for Peter Fae.

Then she set herself to making the tea he had asked for. There were
the cakes Margaret had baked, and sweets, and cold meat, and all kinds
of spirits at hand; and very soon Margaret heard the pleasant clatter
of china, and the hum of subdued but constant conversation, broken at
intervals by Suneva's shrill rippling laugh. Margaret made up her mind
that hour, that however short or long her stay might be in Suneva's
house, she would never again lift a finger in its ordering.

In the morning she remained in her own room until her father had gone
to the store. When she went down stairs, she found the servants, her
servants, eagerly waiting upon Suneva, who was examining her new
possessions. As she entered the room, Suneva turned with a piece of
the best china in her hand, and said, "Oh, it is thee! Good morning,
Margare