“Yes.”
“I am not a real servant, but nobody is to know that but you and me. Put your hand in mine, Fanny, and promise to be my friend, as I promise to be yours. That’s an honest squeeze, Fanny, and I know what it means. It means that I can trust you thoroughly, and that you will do and say everything exactly as I wish.”
“That’s just what it does mean, Blanche.”
“My name is not Blanche.”
“No?”
“No. It’s Becky.”
“I’m fly.”
“And never was anything else. The reason why I am a servant here is because I have something very particular to do—and that also is a secret between me and you. When it is done, I shall be a lady, and perhaps I will take you as my little maid.”
“O, Becky! Becky!” exclaimed Fanny, overjoyed at the prospect.