The girl throws back her head, with a gesture that causes every ribbon upon her cap to flutter, as she replies, with a look of defiance and an indignant sniff:
“Mrs. Warburton put Miss Daisy in my care, sir, and I don’t know where Miss Daisy’s maid may be.”
“Umph! well it seems to me that—” He stops and looks at the child.
“That I ain’t the properest person to look after Miss Daisy, I ’spose you mean—”
“Millie, you are growing impertinent.”
“Because I’m a poor girl that the mistress of this house took in out of kindness—”
“Millie; will you stop!” and he puts little Daisy down with a gesture of impatience.
“I’m trying to do my duty,” goes on the irate damsel; “and Mrs. Warburton, my mistress, has given me my orders, sir, consequently—”
“Oh! if Mrs. Warburton has issued such judicious orders,” and he takes up his mask and domino, “I retire from the field.”
“It’s time to stop them, Winnie,” says the lady in the garments of Sunlight, taking off her mask hastily. “Alan never could get on with a raw servant. I see war in Millie’s eyes.”