After three months on the job, Miss Aoiffe felt that she was finally starting to adapt to the life of a British butler with a good voice.

To that end, she even borrowed a real British butler from the talkative Vice President Leonard.

Mr. Ferguson is a top aristocratic life management expert, since childhood to receive audit-style aristocratic teaching, starting as a horse servant, successively served as kitchen assistant, gardener's assistant, tailor's assistant, squire, secretary, art housekeeper, it took 30 years to be promoted to the second housekeeper of the Parker family, responsible for accompanying Sir Parker abroad, taking care of Sir Parker's daily life.

After listening to this resume, any thoughtful housekeeper should know that Mr. Ferguson is Chuck's candidate for Aoife's teacher, but Aoife doesn't know, really doesn't know, doesn't have the slightest association.

So from the first day of the meeting, Mr. Ferguson concluded that Offie could not be a top butler.

However, how to say it?

Miss Aoye is beautiful, natural, delicate, and has an intellectual face suitable for glasses, and many nouveau riche who lack background can't appreciate the beauty of top housekeepers, in contrast, it is Miss Aoye's type of excellent housekeeper that makes them more flocking.

Isn't that adventurous, pagan Mr. Drake the quintessential nouveau riche of the seas?

All the puzzles are solved.

Mr. Ferguson, who thought he had seen it all, soon developed a study plan for Miss Aufe, focusing on performance, manners, and demeanor, while giving up all professional level of advanced skills.

Then he found that Miss Aufe was an unusually quick learner, and surprisingly erudite.

Skills such as gardening, livestock, kitchen, tailoring, personnel management, accounting and registration, etc., she can learn almost immediately, and can draw inferences from others, but she is hopelessly stupid in taste and observation.

Miss Aoye also quickly summed up the principles of the British butler, just one word, take.

Voice, posture, posture, expression, the so-called essential skills are not unlike what she learned when running a hotel, as for the rest of the boring things...... It's just the back.

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

Miss Aoife sublimated.

In the face of the black slaves on the plantation, she floated in the clouds like faith; Faced with the hired farmer on the same plantation, she fell into the mortal world like a saint.

In front of the Indian servants, she was not irritable, but spoke slowly, and when she came to the white staff who were equal to her, she was like a spring breeze, and she smiled pleasantly.

Her status in the manor is rising day by day, and she no longer encounters squeezes and alienation, and only warmth and respect can be felt.

It would be great if that was the case......

Well, in all fairness, the plantation and Miss Aufe's expectations were pretty close.

It's just that Lucy Manor is somewhat different from the traditional English manor, lacking a strict and normal sense of hierarchy, and even less necessary discipline and restraint.

The Indians regarded it as a tribe, and in addition to their work, they loved to celebrate and sing.

They also liked to hide from Miss Aufe, for Miss Aufe would not allow them to do this or that, whether it was chatter or whispering.

Struggle is a pleasure.

They admit that they don't hate the blunt Irish girl.

It is precisely because of her presence that they cherish the celebration and singing in front of them even more, just like being in the jungle, the beast is serving, the feeling of being frightened and the happiness will be interrupted at any time is unstoppable.

Moreover, Miss Aufe never rebuke them too harshly, for she apparently hates loose whites more than happy Indians.

Daddy Dylan, who likes to fish, Daddy Hill, who likes to sleep, and Daddy Bartow, who likes to drink, are privately referred to by the Indian servants as the three hells of McCarthy's butlers.

Every visit to the docks was a nightmare for Miss Aofe, and the feeling did not change in the slightest, before, during, and after the sublimation.

The three old fellows would always stare at her with their cloudy eyes, and they would ignore her, half-dead.

Of course, this was not aimed at her, including Mr. Ferguson, who managed her demonstrators, and the eminent President Parker, and many people who did not feel comfortable with them were stared back by this silent contempt.

In Lorraine's absence, the only exceptions were Vice President Leonard and Vice Admiral Olvis, who had shared their experiences.

This left Miss Aufe very lonely.

Being on an isolated island in the manor, with the only civilized kind, who regarded her as a species, Miss Aoife felt this philosophical loneliness.

Thankfully, the talkative Vice President Leonard helped her once again.

At the end of May, the number of Caucasians on the manor increased suddenly, not because Lorraine and his crew had returned, but because the families of the Three Hells had been picked up by Vice President Leonard.

Three families, ten new members, Dylan's wife and two daughters, Hill's wife and two sons and a daughter, and Barto's wife and two children.

Not far from the wharf, on the sunny slope, three beautiful little buildings with red roofs and white walls were built, and the manor became bright overnight.

The three wives are all very good people, very simple, very capable, as soon as they came, they received the manor work in the hands of Aophe, and more importantly, they all have a big voice, will protect Aofe, even Dylan, who owes the most mouth, can only bow down and be cautious in front of them.

The children's time at the estate was short.

On the third day of their stay, both boys and girls packed up early and were ready to take the bus to Kingston for school.

For the first time, Aoife heard that the Drake Chamber of Commerce actually had its own technical school, and sailors like the Three Hells who had signed a long-term contract could also enroll a child for free.

But without exception, they all choose to enroll all their children at their own expense, because the Chamber of Commerce school is the best choice for them, even if not every child wants to work at the Chamber of Commerce.

After graduating there, boys can go straight to the ship, girls can enter the trading house, and the intelligent and studious can easily get the recommendation of celebrities, and enter the university of their choice with a secondary school diploma recognized by the whole of Europe.

This is the hope that Lorraine sows for her core employees, and it costs a small amount of money, but it takes enough effort to move everyone.

Most of the children at the Drake Chamber of Commerce are busy, only going home two days a week on weekends, and they are often unable to make the trip due to distance, schoolwork, etc.

But even so, Aoife was lucky enough to meet the first same-sex friend of her life.

Monica is Dylan's eldest daughter, the personality is as independent and strong as Ofie, and at the age of 20, she is only slightly older than Ofie, and likes literature, music, and theology.

This time, she didn't need to come to the New World as an adult, but because the Kingston chapter school was just starting to build and the new teachers needed a group of experienced teaching assistants to help teach, she was recommended by Southampton with a high rating, and she was reunited with her family on the grounds of a job transfer.

Miss Aoife liked her very much.

Same-sex, the same age, can talk to each other, exchange many unknown troubles and secrets, this feeling is charming and unfamiliar to Aofe, and she is deeply fascinated and unable to extricate herself.

She knew that half of the new light in the estate came from Monica, and the other half from the increasingly handy work and the three beautiful little buildings on the sunny slope.

"Maybe I could build a small building like that there instead of living in an empty villa all the time......"

Aoife thought as he walked out of the manor cheerfully and reservedly.

It's the weekend, and the kids will be back at noon, and Monica will be back, because picking up the kids is one of the teaching assistants' jobs, and it's a matter of both public and private affairs for her.

And Aoife also has to go to the gate to greet the children, because children are different from employees, and it is the housekeeper's job to greet guests. Being able to welcome Monica back by the way is also a public and private stool for Aophe.

Walking out of the villa like this, she suddenly heard a chic call under the verandah.

"Yo, bad temper."

The corners of Aophee's eyebrows snapped into a smile: "Ah, the starving ghost." ”

Bell, who had been waiting for a long time, rolled his eyes, straightened his waist and straightened up from the side of the eaves: "Bad temper, are you going...... By the way, it's time for you to pick up the kids again this weekend. ”

"Can I think you're doubting my ability to do my job?"

"Not at all!" Bell waved his hand in embarrassment.

"Since it's not, goodbye."

After saying goodbye, Ofie turned around and left.

Bell didn't expect that the opening remarks that had been concocted for more than half an hour would be cut by a knife, so he subconsciously chased him out, and took three steps and two steps in front of Aophee.

"Grumpy!"

Miss Aoiffe immediately braked, stepped back, kneeled, chest protection, chin head, and was on alert.

"What are you going to do!"

Bell's sanity returned...... Stand back, legs together, chest up, head scratching, and regret.

"That...... Well...... So what...... All in all......"

He glanced at the thief, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"I see the neckline of your dress is a little sagging, it just so happens that I bought a brooch from a nice shop when Martinique was fighting in secret, if you don't mind......"

"Doesn't the weight of the brooch make the neckline fall harder?"

"Uh......" Bell was speechless, gritted his teeth and took out a palm-sized gilt rose from his pocket, flipped it over and handed it over, "Anyway, don't do it, I think it's quite suitable for you!" ”

Aofei took it suspiciously, and put it flat in the palm of his hand to take a closer look.

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

This means that it is likely to be a carefully selected gift from a small shop in a small place, perhaps not expensive enough, but it carries the sincere heart of the person who chose it......

It's just that...... Why give it to me?

Aoife lowered his eyes in confusion and saw his own chest.

Today's dress is rose-colored, with a beautiful large open collar, which just shows off half of her white and bright breasts, showing off her proud charm as a woman.

But as Bell said, the tailor's treatment of the neckline is obviously a little loose, and it does not fit the undulating curves of the bust well, which is somewhat a fly in the ointment......

Wait a minute!

Heavy brooches, baggy necklines......

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

"Frivolous! Dirty! Shameless! Aren't you ashamed! Hum! ”