The tourists opened a new vista to her, but many of them, with stupid
ignorance, mistook her position and traditions. She was offered
occupations as cook, maid, or laundress. She had sense of humour enough
to laugh at these, and often wished she dared repeat them for her
father's edification.
"The daughter of the King of Lonely Farm," she said to Farwell one day
with her mocking smile and comical courtesy "is bidden to the service of
Mrs. Flighty High as skivvy. If this comes to the king's ears, 'twill
mean the head of Mrs. Flighty High!"
Farwell joined her in her amusement and felt the charm of her coming
womanhood.
"But there is one up at the Lodge," Priscilla went on more gravely, "who
is not such a wild fool. She has a sick baby, and for two nights she and
I have watched and tended together. She says I have the touch and nature
of the true nurse and she has told me how in the States, and England,
too, they train young girls in this work. She says we Canadians are in
great demand, and the calling is a wonderful one, Master Farwell."
This interested Anton Farwell a good deal and he and Priscilla discussed
it often after the woman who had just broached it had departed.
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