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"If it makes you feel like that, it will be a talisman." And feeling remarkably pleased with herself and everybody else, Rosy ran off. Mr. Furnivale left the next day, but not without promises of another visit before very long. "When Cecy will come with you," said Mrs. Vincent. "And give her my bestest love," said Fixie. "Yes, indeed, my little man," said Mr.
It appeared first as an idea in the brain of one James Furnivale Woolsen, a determined young Westerner from California, and developed by degrees into consents and petitions from fully two-thirds of the residents of various streets in the extreme southwest section of the city where it was proposed the new line should be located.
"I think they are lovely and what a pretty ornament they will be fancy them on a white dress!" "I am only sorry I have not two of them," said Mr. Furnivale, "or at least something else for the other little girl. You would not wish me, I suppose, to give the necklace to Beata instead of to Rosy?" he added. Now Mrs. Vincent's own feeling was almost that she would better like it to be given to Beata.
And so when you all come to pay us that famous visit we have been talking about, Bee must come too eh, Bee?" Bee's eyes sparkled. She liked kind, old Mr. Furnivale, and she had been very fond of his pretty daughter. "Is Cecy much better?" she asked, in her gentle little voice. "Much better.
I'm sure of that." Later in the day Colin remembered about it, and asked his mother about it. "What was the name of the gentleman that you said was coming to see us soon, mamma?" he said "the gentleman whose daughter was so ill in the ship coming home from India." "Mr. Furnivale," replied his mother. "You must remember him and his daughter, Bee. She is much better now.
And poor Bee drew back quite distressed, and puzzled again by Rosy's changeableness. "And show me any courtly gem more beautiful than these." "Your little girl is very pretty, unusually pretty," Mr. Furnivale was saying to Rosy's mother, as he sat beside her on the sofa during the few minutes they were waiting for luncheon, "and she looks so strong and well." "Yes," said Mrs.
She gave herself immense trouble for Rosy's sake." "By-the-bye, she is coming to see you soon, is she not?" said Mr. Furnivale. "She is, as of course you know, an old friend of ours, and she writes often to ask how Cecy is. And in her last letter she said she hoped to come to see you soon." "I have not heard anything decided about it," replied Mrs. Vincent.
Furnivale wonder what she was troubled about. The truth was that she was thinking to herself how little she would care whether Rosy was pretty or not, if only she could feel more happy about her really trying to be a good little girl. "Your little girl was with Miss Vincent while you were away, was she not?" said Mr. Furnivale. "Yes," said Rosy's mother, "her aunt is very fond of her.
Furnivale, "and I'll tell her too that she would scarcely know you again so fat and rosy!" "And my love, please," said Beata, "I would so like to see her again." "And mine," added Rosy. "And please tell her how dreadfully pleased I am with the beads." And then the kind old gentleman drove away. For some time after this it really seemed as if Rosy's mother's half fanciful idea was coming true.
And when her mother said "No, it would not be unkind," feeling sure, with her faith in Bee's goodness that Rosy's pleasure would be met with the heartiest sympathy for "sympathy," dears, can be shown to those about us in their joys as well as in their sorrows Rosy ran off in the highest spirits. Mr. Furnivale smiled as he saw her delight, and Mrs.
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