"I couldn't get away a minute sooner. I've a new position." She was
going to say "job" but it did not seem fitting.
"What? Without so much as a word to your father and mother? And did the
likes of that old housekeeper fire you?"
Beryl had no intention of telling of her ignominious fray with Mrs.
Budge.
"I'm engaged to be a companion to Gordon Forsyth!" she answered,
grandly.
At this Moira Lynch dropped a spoon with a loud clatter.
"A companion to--that new boy who's come to the Manor?"
Beryl, recognizing that her story needed detailed explanation, slipped
off her outer wraps, threw them into a chair, kissed her father lightly
on his cheek, perched herself on the old sofa and proceeded to tell the
story of Gordon Forsyth's coming to Gray Manor while her mother listened
with breathless interest.
"And it's a girl she is--a little lame girl!"
"The queerest kid you ever saw. Not a bit snippy or rich acting. She
doesn't get at all excited over her new clothes and bossing those old
fogeys around and ordering her motor any minute she wants it. She thinks
the little place she lived in in New York is lots nicer than Gray Manor.
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