"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.
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