Chapter 6

"Sure, and I was feared maybe ye'd be regrettin' your rashness," said she. "Yersilf a t'acher an' all--an' then comin' down to bein' what they call a maid, in a unyform." "But I don't regret it. You see, I want so much to be with the sort of people these are. And I don't mind waiting on them. I should mind waiting on--well--the Gildersleeves--or the Broughtons." Norah understood. "Ye would mind. I'll not scrub their floors. They think themselves the upper crust--an' they're not. They treat their help like the dust …