`` Oh , it could n't have been that , '' protested Cecily seriously . `` I 've always heard that Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother were very much attached to each other . '' `` Maybe , then , it means she was grateful that she 'd had him as long as she did , '' suggested Peter . `` She was grateful to him because he had been so kind to her in life , I think , '' said Felicity . `` What is a ` distressed relict ' ? '' asked Felix . '' ` Relict ' is a word I hate , '' said the Story Girl . `` It sounds so much like relic . Relict means just the same as widow , only a man can be a relict , too . '' `` Great-Grandmother seemed to run short of rhymes at the last of the epitaph , '' commented Dan . `` Finding rhymes is n't as easy as you might think , '' avowed Peter , out of his own experience . `` I think Grandmother King intended the last of the epitaph to be in blank verse , '' said Felicity with dignity . There was still only a sprinkling of people in the church when we went in and took our places in the old-fashioned , square King pew . We had just got comfortably settled when Felicity said in an agitated whisper , `` Here is Peg Bowen ! '' We all stared at Peg , who was pacing composedly up the aisle . We might be excused for so doing , for seldom were the decorous aisles of Carlisle church invaded by such a figure . 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 , XXXXX which shone a more than usually wild and fitful light , roved scrutinizingly over the church , then settled on our pew .
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