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She will be better in a little. Harry get some water." Poor, wee Rosie! Her hands trembled among the fastenings of Graeme's dress, but she knew well what to do. "You don't mean that she has been like this before?" said Arthur, in alarm. "Yes, once or twice. She is tired, she says. She will soon be better, now." In a minute Graeme opened her eyes, and sat up.
I wouldn't stay away a week, Rosie, if I were you. She misses you dreadfully if you are away only a day." "But it is so dull here, doing nothing day after day but wait on Aunt Lucy, and pick the flowers, and look after the old people in the village," said Rose, moved to a sudden burst of confidence. "It's different for you, Tom.
He had known in his time two famous brethren of the Rosie Cross, named Walfourd and Williams, who had worked miracles in his sight, and taught him many excellent predictions of astrology and earthquakes. "I desired one of these to tell me," says he, "whether my complexion were capable of the society of my good genius.
"First, you must promise not to be vexed," and then she showed the note. Graeme looked grave. "Now you must not be angry with me. Rosie, tell her not to be vexed, because, you know you can write another refusal, if you are determined. But I am sure you will not be so cruel.
"The occurrences of that Christmas are too familiar to most, if not all of you, to bear repetition." "And you hadn't at all a nice New Year's that time, mamma," said Rosie, softly stroking and patting the hand she held, then lifting it to her lips; for she was sitting on a stool at her mother's feet, while the others had grouped themselves around her, "suffering so with that sprained ankle."
"Yes; and you must pay it to me," said Josie. "I am the treasurer." "But you have not heard my excuse yet," said Mrs. Gray. "You don't know but that I have got a good excuse." "Ah, that makes no difference, mother," said Josie. "Excuses go for nothing." "Indeed!" said Mrs. Gray. "Is that the agreement? Let us see, Rosie."
Rosie came from behind her shelter of books, and, wiping away her tears, attempted to help Elizabeth. There was a word that Lizzie had missed, she cautioned. Something like "shivering" a spirit of shivering or "shivaree." But Elizabeth, in the midst of "gallantry," shook her head. That was just chivalry. She knew all about that.
Graeme taught Rosie English, and they studied together French and German, and music; and were in a fair way, Harry declared, of becoming a pair of very learned ladies indeed. Very busy and happy ladies they were, which was a matter of greater importance.
He's sure to approve, and I don't want to give myself any chance to change my mind and give the thing up." "And we won't mind Grandma Elsie hearing," added Grace; "perhaps she'll know what they need the most, and maybe she'll tell Rosie and Eva and they'll offer to do something for the poor things too." "Oh yes: perhaps we can form ourselves into a Dorcas society.
Poor Mary Ann! How glad she would be when he told her! The tears came into his eyes as he thought of her naïve delight. He would rescue her from this horrid, monotonous slavery, and happy thought he would have her to give lessons to instead of Rosie.
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