Whats a boy like Peter goin to want with a girl like yourself?
We’re not of his class, Abby. We’re poor.” Abigail’s chin notched upward defiantly. “Peter doesn’t care about that.” Or did he? “Oh, ho, ho, ho! And that’s just where you’re wrong, my girl. Do you really think Alfred Gallagher would let his one and only son court a girl like you?” “Papa” Her father turned to her and shook a gnarled finger. “Peter Gallagher wants only one thing from you, Abigail Margaret O’Connor, and once he gets that he’ll be through with you. You mark my words.” “Peter Gallagher is a gentleman, Papa, and not given to trifling with young women. He has declared that he loves me, and he is not the sort to so falsely swear. I believe him, and once he has confronted his mother we will be married. You’ll see!” Abigail folded her arms across her chest. At one time her assertion would have been rendered without reservation, but now…One of the wheels hit a rut, forcing her to grab for the seat rail to keep from sliding off, and she breathed a curse under her breath. “Ah, Ab
