Victoria, delirious with fever, saw a small figure moving in front of her.
She rubbed her eyes and saw a girl about her age, looking at her with concern.
"Who are you?" Victoria croaked, her throat dry and aching, feeling miserable all over.
"I'm Milo. My mom is the maid who takes care of you."
"Why are you here?"
"Mr. Cook sent me to keep you company. I'm your maid now."
Victoria forced a weak smile. "You're so small. How can you be a maid?"
"I can do it! I know how to do lots of things and take care of people." Milo said earnestly. "Please, make sure you're happy with me, or I'll lose my job."
Victoria lowered her gaze. "Does your mom really want you to work as a maid at your age?"
"Yes. Is something wrong with that?"
"Your mom must not love you, or she wouldn't let you serve o
