After three months of joining the company, Miss Orfe felt that she had finally begun to adapt to the kind of British housekeeper life that was full of sarcasm.

For this reason, she even borrowed a real British butler from the easy-to-talk Vice President Leonard.

Mr. Ferguson is a top aristocratic life management expert. He has received auditoral teaching since childhood. He started as a horse boy and served as a kitchen assistant, gardener assistant, tailor assistant, attendant, secretary, and art steward. It took him 30 years to be upgraded to the second steward of the Parker family. He was responsible for taking care of the Jazz's daily life with Sir Parker abroad.

After listening to this resume, any savvy butler should know that Mr. Ferguson is the teacher candidate Chuck is looking for for Orphe, but Orphe doesn't know, really doesn't know, there is no such thing as association.

So from the first day of meeting, Mr. Ferguson concluded that Orphee could not become a top steward.

However, how to say it?

Miss Orphee is beautiful, natural, and beautiful, with an intellectual face suitable for glasses. Many nouveau riche who lacks background cannot understand the beauty of a top butler. In contrast, it is the excellent butler of Miss Orphee that is more popular with them.

Isn't Mr. Drake, who loves adventure and believes in paganism, a typical maritime nouveau riche?

All the puzzles were solved.

Mr. Ferguson, who thought he had seen through everything, quickly formulated a study plan for Miss Orphee, focusing on performance, demeanor and demeanor, while giving up all professional-level advanced skills.

Then he discovered that Miss Orphee was extremely fast and unexpectedly knowledgeable.

She can learn skills such as gardens, livestock, kitchens, tailors, personnel management, accounting registration, etc. and can learn from each other. However, she is hopelessly stupid in terms of taste and observing words and expressions.

Miss Orphee also quickly summarized the principles of British housekeepers' affairs, just one word, take it.

Holding the voice, posture, posture, and expression, the so-called essential skills are no different from what she learned when she was running a hotel. As for the remaining boring things... they are just memorizing.

A month later, the master and apprentice separated, and each felt that life was not wasted and the goal was achieved successfully.

Miss Orphee has been sublimated.

Facing the black slaves on the plantation, she floats in the clouds like faith; facing the hired farmers on the plantation, she falls to the mortal world like a saint.

In front of the Indian servant, she was no longer irritable, and she spoke slowly. When she arrived at the white staff who were equal to her, she was bathed in spring breeze and had a pleasant smile.

Her status in the manor is rising day by day, no longer encountering runs or alienation, only warmth and respect can be felt.

If this is the case, it would be great...

Well, to be fair, the plantation and Miss Orphee's expectations are still very close.

However, Lucie Manor is somewhat different from the traditional British manor, lacking the strict and normal concept of hierarchy, and even less necessary discipline and constraints.

The Indians regarded this place as a tribe. While working hard to complete their work, they liked to celebrate and sing.

They also like to hide from Miss Orphe, because Miss Orphee is not allowed to do this or that, whether it is chattering or silence.

Struggle is a pleasure.

They admit that they don't hate this straightforward Irish girl.

It is precisely because of her existence that they cherish the celebrations and singing in front of them more, just like being in the jungle, with beasts serving, the feeling of being frightened and joy being interrupted at any time makes people unable to stop.

What's more, Miss Orphee never blamed them too much, because she obviously hated the casual whites more than the happy Indians.

Daddy Dylan, who likes fishing, Daddy Hill, who likes sleeping, Daddy Barto, who likes drinking, and Indian servants privately call them the three hells of Housekeeper McCarthy.

Every time I go to the dock, it is a nightmare for Miss Orphee. Whether it is before, during or after sublimation, this feeling has not changed at all.

These three old guys always stare at her with their turbid eyes, ignoring them and being half dead.

Of course this is not a target for her. Many people who are uncomfortable with them have been stared at by this silent contempt, including Mr. Ferguson who demonstrates her management and President Parker, who is of noble status.

When Lorraine was away, only Vice President Leonard and Deputy Admiral Orves, who had shared experiences with them, were the only exceptions.

This made Miss Orphee very lonely.

On the isolated island of the manor, the only kind of civilization regards her as a species next to her. Miss Orphe feels this philosophical loneliness.

Fortunately, Vice President Leonard, who is easy to talk, helped her again.

Before May, the number of white people in the manor suddenly increased, not because Lorraine and his crew returned, but because the families of the Three Hells were picked up by Vice President Leonard.

Three families, ten new members, Dylan's wife and two daughters, Hill's wife and two sons and one daughter, and Bartow's wife and two sons and two sons.

Three beautiful small buildings with red roofs and white walls were built on the sunny slope not far from the pier, and the manor became bright overnight.

The three wives are all very good people, very simple and capable. As soon as they received the manor work within their ability in Orphee's hands. More importantly, they all have a loud voice and can protect Orphee. Even Dylan, who is the most owed to the mouth, can only be low and small in front of them, and be cautious in being a human being.

The children stayed in the manor for a short time.

On the third day of check-in, both boys and girls packed their luggage early and prepared to take a bus to Kingston to apply for admission.

It was the first time that Orphee heard that the Drake Chamber of Commerce actually had its own technical school. Sailors who signed long-term contracts like the Three Hells could also allow a child to enroll for free.

But without exception, they chose to let all their children enroll at their own expense, because even if not every child wants to enter the Chamber of Commerce, the Chamber of Commerce schools is their best choice for admission.

After graduation there, boys can get on the boat directly, girls can enter trade, those who are smart and studious can easily get recommended by celebrities, and take the middle school diploma recognized by the whole of Europe to enter Xinyi's university to go to school.

This is the hope that Lorraine sowed for her core employees. She didn't spend much money, but the effort she spent was enough to move everyone.

Most of the children of the Drake Chamber of Commerce are busy and can only go home on two days on weekends a week. They often cannot travel due to distance, schoolwork and other reasons.

But even so, Orphe was lucky enough to meet the first homosexual friend in her life who was about the same age.

Monica is Dylan's eldest daughter. She is as independent and strong as Orphee. At the age of 20, she is only slightly older than Orphee. She likes literature, music and theology. After graduating from the Chamber of Commerce, she voluntarily gave up the opportunity to advance and stayed in the school to become an assistant teacher.

This time, as an adult, she didn't need to come to New World. It was just because the Kingston Branch School was first established and the newly appointed teachers needed a group of experienced teaching assistants to assist in teaching. She was recommended by Southampton with a high score and reunited with her family on the grounds of job transfer.

Miss Orphee likes her very much.

The same-sex and the same age can express their feelings to each other and exchange many unknown troubles and secrets. This feeling is charming and unfamiliar to Orphe, which makes her fascinated and unexplainable.

She knew that half of the light of the new life in this manor came from Monica, and the other half came from the increasingly skillful work and the three beautiful buildings on the sunny slope.

"Maybe I can build a small building there, instead of living in an empty villa all the time..."

While thinking, Orphe walked out of the manor happily and reservedly.

Today is the weekend, and the children will come back at noon, and Monica will come back, because picking up and dropping off the children is one of the jobs of teaching assistants, which is a public or private suffrage for her.

Orphe also has to go to the gate to welcome the children, because the children are different from employees, and welcoming guests is the job of the housekeeper. Being able to welcome Monica back by the way is also a public or private slut for Orphe.

Just as she walked out of the villa, she suddenly heard a unique call under the eaves.

"Yo, bad temper."

Orphee's eyebrows suddenly smiled: "Ah, starving ghost."

Bell rolled his eyes after waiting for a long time, straightened his waist and stood up from the edge of the eaves: "Bad temper, you're going... By the way, you should go pick up the children again this weekend."

"Can I think you are doubting my execution of my job?"

"Not at all!" Bell waved his hands in a mess.

"Since it's not, goodbye."

After saying goodbye, Orphe turned his head and left.

Bell had no idea that the opening remark that had been fabricated for more than half an hour would be cut by a knife, and subconsciously chased him out and took two steps in front of Orphe.

"Bad temper!"

Miss Orphe immediately braked, stepped back, and kneeled, braided her chest, nodded, and looked alert.

"What are you going to do!"

Bell's mind came back... backed up, his legs, his chest was straightened, his head was scratched, and he showed regret.

"That... well... that's what... Anyway..."

His eyes were glancing around, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"I see the collar of your dress is a bit oblique. It just so happened that when Martinique was secretly fighting, I bought a brooch from a good shop. If you don't mind..."

"Don't the weight of the brooch make the collar even more depressed?"

"Uh..." Bell's words were terrified, and he gritted his teeth and took out a gilded rose the size of a palm from his pocket, flipped his hand and handed it on, "Anyway, don't go, I think it's quite suitable for you!"

Orphe took it suspiciously, put it flat and looked at it carefully.

The brooch has a certain weight, the flower spreads very much, and the work is exquisite, but the material is not very good.

This means that it is likely that it has carefully selected gifts from small shops in small places. Perhaps it is not expensive enough, but it carries the sincere intentions of the selector...

Just...why give it to me?

Orphe lowered his eyes in confusion and saw his chest.

Today's dress is rose-colored, with a beautiful wide open collar that just reveals the half-white and brilliant breasts, which freely demonstrates her proud charm as a woman.

But as Bell said, the tailor's treatment of the neckline is obviously a bit loose, and it cannot fit the ups and downs of the chest well, which is somewhat of a flaw...

etc!

Heavy brooch, loose collar...

Miss Orphe's face changed suddenly, and she threw the brooch away as soon as she raised her hand!

"Frivolous! Vulgar! Shameless! Aren't you ashamed? Hum!"
Chapter completed!