I said: "Life's topsy-turvy. One class goes up in the world (that's your millionaire uncle and you, my dear), while another goes down (that's me and my aunts and uncles who used to have Lovelace Court). Won't you even give me a helping hand, Million? Won't you let me take this 'situation' that would be such a good way out of things for both of us? Aren't you going to engage me as your maid, Miss Million?"
And I waited really anxiously for her decision.
CHAPTER VIII
I BECOME MILLION'S MAID
The impossible has happened.
I am "Miss Million's maid."
I was taken on—or engaged, or whatever the right term is—a week ago yesterday.
I've surmounted all objections; the chief being Million—I mean "Miss Million"—herself. Her I have practically bullied into letting her ex-mistress come and work for her. After much talk and many protests, I said, finally, "Million, you've got to."