Peggy from Kerry by L.T. Meade

While Peggy was enjoying herself to her heart's content at the Andersons', laughing and joking, and helping Mrs. Anderson in a dozen ways-so that that good woman said she had never met her like before, and never would again-a very different scene was taking place at Preston Manor; for although it was the custom for the family not to think of getting up until seven in the morning, yet that hour arrived all in good time, and the very first thing Molly thought of as she opened her brown eyes was of the stranger, the queer, beautiful, unpolished, and yet altogether lovable Peggy Desmond. How had Peggy slept? How was she that morning? Was she still lonely and heartbroken because of the Irish cabin and the Irish friends?

At a few minutes after seven each morning the girls' own special maid came in, as her custom was, with two cups of nice, tempting hot tea, and a plate of thin bread and butter.