once again heart and soul into working for the "Cause." He realised
his only hope of keeping his balance was to work. He went back to
the little village he was born in and it was Father Cahill's hands
that poured the baptismal waters on O'Connell's and Angela's baby
and it was Father Cahill's voice that read the baptismal service.

She was christened Margaret.

Angela, one night, when it was nearing her time, begged him if it
were a girl to christen her Margaret after her mother, since all the
best in Angela came from her mother.

O'Connell would have liked to have named the mite "Angela." But his
dead wife's wishes were paramount So Margaret the baby was
christened. It was too distinguished a name and too long for such a
little bundle of pink and white humanity. It did not seem to fit
her. So, "Peg" she was named and "Peg" she remained for the rest of
her life.

When she was old enough to go with him O'Connell took Peg
everywhere. He seemed to bear a charmed life when she was with him.

Peg's earliest memories are of the village where she was baptised
and where her father was born. Her little will was law to everyone
who came in contact with her. She ruled her little court with a hand
of iron.

Many were the dire predictions of the rod O'Connell was making for
his own back in giving the little mite her own way in everything.