The Girls Own Paper, Vol. VIII. No. 358, November 6, 1886 | Page 2

but it was baby who
afforded me most satisfaction, for he screwed up his little rosebud of a
mouth in the prettiest fashion and said, "Nur, nur," at the same time
holding out his arms for me to take him. I must confess I forgot Aunt
Agatha in that moment of triumph.
"He takes to you quite nicely, my dear," observed Mrs. Garnett, in her
cosy voice, as the little fellow nestled down contentedly in my arms.
"Yes, you may leave him to me I think now," I returned, quietly, for I
felt that I should be glad to be left to myself a little. I was very thankful
when my hint was taken, and Mrs. Garnett and Rhoda went downstairs
and Hannah disappeared into the next room. My charge was becoming
decidedly drowsy, and after a few turns up and down the room, I could
sit down in the low chair by the fire and hear the soft, regular breathing
against my shoulder, while my eyes travelled round the walls of my
new home.
Such a pleasant room it was, large and bright, and sunny, and furnished
so tastefully. The canaries were singing blithely; the Persian kitten was
rolled up into a furry ball on the rug; a small Skye terrier, who I
afterwards discovered went by the name of Snap, was keeping guard
over me from a nest of cushions on the big couch opposite. Now and
then he growled to himself softly, as though remonstrating against my
intrusion, but whenever I spoke to him gently, he sat up and begged, so
I imagined his animosity was not very bitter.
"My lines have fallen to me in pleasant places." I wonder why those
words came to my mind. I wished Aunt Agatha could see me now,
sitting in this lovely room, with this little cherub on my lap; she would

not be so despondent about the future. "I do believe it will answer; I
mean to make it answer," I said to myself, energetically. Indeed, I was
so absorbed in my reverie, that Mrs. Morton's soft footsteps on the
thick carpet never roused me until I looked up and saw her standing
beside me, smiling, with Joyce beside her.
I coloured with embarrassment, and would have risen, but she put her
hand on my shoulder, still smiling, to prevent me. She looked lovelier
than ever in her rich furs, and there was a happier look on her face than
I had seen before, as she stooped down and kissed her boy.
"He is sleeping so nicely, the darling. Mrs. Garnett tells me he has
taken to you wonderfully, and I hope my little girl will follow his
example; it is such a relief to me, for he nearly broke our hearts last
night with fretting after nurse. He looks a little pale, do you not think
so?" And then she stopped and looked in my face, with a puzzled smile.
"What am I to call you? I never thought of that; shall it be Miss Fenton?
but there are the children, they could not manage such a difficult
name."
The difficulty had never occurred to me, and for the moment I hesitated,
but only for a moment.
"The children will always call me nurse, and I suppose your household
will do the same, Mrs. Morton. I think for yourself, you will find Merle
the handiest name; it is short."
"It is very pretty and uncommon," she returned, musingly, "and it has
this one advantage, it hardly sounds like a Christian name; if you are
sure you do not object, perhaps I will use it, but," speaking a little
nervously, "you need not have worn this," pointing to my cap. "You
remember I said so to your aunt."
"I think it better to do so," I returned, in a decided voice; in fact, I am
afraid my voice was just a little too decided in speaking to my mistress,
but I was determined not to give way on this point. "I wish to wear the
badge of service, that I may never forget for one moment what I owe to
my employers, and--" here the proud colour suffused my face--"no cap

can make me forget what is due to myself."
I could see Mrs. Morton was amused, and yet she was touched too. She
told me afterwards that she thought me that moment the most original
young woman she had ever seen.
"You shall do as you like," she returned; but there was a little fun in her
eyes. "It certainly looks very nice, and I should be sorry if you took it
off. I only spoke for your aunt's sake and your own; for myself I
certainly prefer it."
"So do I," was my independent answer; "and now, if you