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But the most surprising thing of all was to find the basket sitting comfortably beside the road, with the rest of the broken crockery piled neatly within, and a handful of small silver, spoon, forks, and the like, on top! I could only stand and stare. Then Rosie's story was true. But where had Rosie carried her basket?
So you see, her pony won't be wanted; and grandma Elsie has often said we could have it whenever it wasn't in use or tired, and of course it must be quite fresh this morning." "Then I'll go," said Lulu with satisfaction; for she was extremely fond of riding, especially when her steed was Rosie's pretty, easy-going pony, Gyp.
"What does this mean about Rosie's going?" she demanded of that person. "How came you to let her go without informing me?" "She came down and said she had had some words with you, and was going to leave because Miss Fan had been took back." "And the wretch has then got away with my jewellery! What else did she say?" "Nothing very good, ma'am. I'd rather not tell you."
He went on a step or two into the story of his life. His wife's last illness had eaten up the little place, and after she went, he got no work. So, he tramped. He must go again. Amelia's voice sounded sharp and thin, even to her, as she answered, "Go! I dunno what you want to do that for. Rosie's terrible contented here." His brown eyes turned upon her in a kindly glance.
The older people seemed much pleased with some easels, brackets, and picture-frames carved for them by Max and Lulu, and with specimens of Zoe's and Rosie's handiwork in another line; also with some little gems of art from the pencils or brushes of Lester, Elsie, and Violet, while the children were made happy with presents suited to the years and taste of each.
Very agreeable visitors they were, with their nice gentlemanly manners, their good humour, and their music; and far better subjects for the exercise of Rosie's French than the old market women were, and in a little while they never came but they were kindly welcomed. This was a busy time, too.
We drew pictures of our desired goodies on the marble-topped table, using a soft-lead pencil. Rosie's countenance wore a distracted look. In desperation I was about to accompany her to the crowded shop, there to point out my chosen dainties when suddenly, as they would put it here, a light went her over. "Ach, yes-s-s-s!
"Rose, Rose," Elsie said, reprovingly; "let me hear no more such remarks, or I shall send you from the table." Lulu had appeared in their midst, feeling humble and contrite, and had been conscience-smitten at sight of her mamma's pale face; but the sneer on Betty's face, the cold, averted looks of Edward and Zoe, and then Rosie's taunt roused her quick temper to almost a white heat.
"You must have somebody older than yourself," she admonished, as her chum's eyes rested fondly on the row of little fellows in Archie's class. Elizabeth sighed; to have Rosie's little, curly-headed brother Dicky for one's beau would have been perfectly lovely. She glanced further down the aisle. Rosie indicated those who were "taken."
"When papa gives permission," answered Max, sending a smiling, persuasive glance in his father's direction. "It is quite possible you may not have very long to wait for that, Max," was the kindly indulgent rejoinder from the captain. "It is Rosie's turn this year," remarked Grandma Elsie; "Rosie's and Walter's and mine.
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