"They tell me," he observed derisively, "that our royal Princesses have to learn such things as cookin' and washin', because revolutions do happen sometimes."
Susan shrugged her shoulders.
For the first time Quinney turned directly to James. The young man confronted his employer with a certain dignity not wasted upon Posy. He seemed to be quite ready to vindicate himself, when the opportunity came.
"Intentions honourable?" demanded the infuriated father.
"They are, sir."
"Arranged the weddin'-day yet?"
"Not yet."
"Waitin', maybe, for father's blessing and a snug settlement?"
James only smiled deprecatingly, but Posy exclaimed:
"And why not? Isn't it your duty to provide for me? It's your fault, not mine, that I can't cook, or wash, or sew."