"But Miss Carlyle may not be inclined to transfer you." "I think she would be, my lady.

She said a day or two ago, that I appeared to suit you, and you might have me altogether if you wished, provided I could still make her gowns.

I make them to please her, you see, my lady." "Do you make her caps also ?" demurely asked Lady Isabel.
Joyce smiled.

"Yes, my lady; but I am allowed to make them only according to her own pattern." "Joyce, if you become my maid, you must wear smarter caps yourself.

I do not wish you to be fine like Marvel." "Oh, my lady! I shall never be fine," shuddered Joyce.