The other servants said nothing, but smiled behind their hands.
Cook, however, cautioned, "Mind you don't do that again, boy."
Shaun went to his room with a heavy heart that night. What was the matter? Was he too big, too clumsy?
Would he never learn to be deft and quick like Perkins the butler? Or neat and brisk like the chauffeur Paul?
Oh, well, he could only try. He could be very careful. But anyway, Marjorie still loved his tales.
He could tell stories and amuse the Princess. That was one thing none of the others could do. He fell asleep smiling.
A few days later, Marjorie told him that she was planning a birthday party. She told him about all the amusements they were to have. Many children were to be asked.
They would have ice cream and cake and chocolate in the garden under the trees. Shaun would serve them.
They would play games, and Shaun would tell them stories. Oh, that was to be the best part of all, Marjorie thought.
Shaun and the little girl planned the party together. Shaun suggested an Irish game, and Marjorie said it would be fun to play it.