This is a story of international diplomacy, exciting intrigue, and the many adventures attending the love story of Peggy O'Malley. Lady Peggy, clever, Irish, and still in her teens, younger sister to a famous beauty, herself reveals the true story of the duplicity of Lady diana and the episode in the secret history of this country in which she becomes involved with Eagle March, the American aviator. Nothing the Williamsons have written can approach this piece of "Secret History" revealed by Lady Peggy in topical interest, with its background of the European war and the Mexican tangle at home.
f his hands, but he didn't seem ready to give it up. "It's worth a great deal more to me," I said. "I'll carry it away somewhere else, where they know about old lace."
"My word! You're a pert young piece for your size!" remarked the horrible man; and though I could have boxed his ears (which stood out exactly like the handles on an urn), I felt my own tingle, because it was true, what he said: I was a pert young piece. Holding my own at home, and lots of other things in life (for sixteen years of life seem fearfully long if they're all you've got behind you), had made me pert, and I didn't love myself for it, any more than a porcupine can be really fond of his own quills. I couldn't bear, somehow, that the man with the nice eyes should be hearing me called a "pert piece," and thinking me one. Quite a smart repartee came into my head, but a heavy feeling in my heart kept me from putting it into words; and Nebuchadnezzar went grunting on: "I know as much about old lace as any man in thi