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He wanted to drop Rosie immediately, on the plea of pressure of work, but her mother received the suggestion with ill grace, and said that Rosie should come up and practise on her own piano all the same, so he yielded to the complexities of the situation, and found hope a wonderful sweetener of suffering. Despite Rosie and her giggling, and Mrs.
Dicky’s face shone with delight when at last he tucked the big round box safely under his arm. “Just think, I’ve been planning to do this for three years,” he said, “and I never could have done it now if it hadn’t been for you, Maida.” Next Dicky took the two little girls where they could buy razors. “The kind that goes like a lawn-mower,” Rosie explained to the proprietor.
Harold and Herbert had come over on horseback, Rosie and Evelyn in the Ion carriage. They came running in with their "Merry Christmases and Happy New Years," to receive a return in kind.
They gazed upon her with awe for a moment; then Rosie said, "You don't look so very old, Aunt Wealthy; not older than some ladies of eighty that I've seen." "Perhaps not older than I did when I was only eighty, my dear; but I am glad to know that I am a good deal nearer home now than I was then," Miss Stanhope responded, her face growing bright with joyous anticipation.
"I don't believe he'll use it if it has," laughed Lulu, rather enjoying Rosie's fun, "for he has never punished any of us his own children in that way." "Still there is no knowing but he may take a new departure, now, when he's going to have so distinguished a pupil as myself," pursued Rosie, dancing down the hall with the others close in her rear.
They returned after this breathless work to the living-room. “Now I’m going to tell you a story,” Billy announced. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Maida squealed. “Do! Billy tells the most wonderful stories, Rosie—stories he’s heard and stories he’s read. But the most wonderful ones are those that he makes up as he goes along.” The two little girls settled themselves on the hearth-rug at Billy’s feet.
"Will you, mamma?" asked Walter, turning to her. "Yes, I think it would perhaps be the wisest way." "And besides," said Rosie, "mamma is going to give us young ones a chance to earn money for benevolence by paying us for good behavior. I know we ought to be good without other reward than that of a good conscience, but I'm quite delighted with the plan for all that."
"Charlie, man! you are making much ado about nothing; and, Graeme, you are as bad. Of course, Rosie's name was not mentioned; but I know quite well, and so do you, who `La belle Canadienne' was. But no harm was meant, and none was done." "It would be rather a good joke if Rosie were to rule in the `Palatial Residence' after all, wouldn't it?" said Arthur, laughing. "Arthur, don't!
I thought the time had come when the necessity for that was over, and that another way would be better for me, certainly; and I thought for Arthur and Fanny, too, and for you, Rosie. But, Oh! how much wiser Janet was than I, that night. But I did not think so at the time. I was wild to be set free from the present, and to have my own will and go away.
I hope she may prove a nice friend for me; not a bit like Rosie, who has always despised and disliked me." "I don't think Rosie does anything of the kind, Lulu," said Max, patting Nero's head; "she may not be very fond of you, and certainly does not admire your behavior at times, but I don't believe it amounts to dislike." "I do, then," returned Lulu, a touch of anger in her tones.
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