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You don't know how he froos sometimes, in a most horrible way, as if he was mocking you. He knows I don't like him, for whenever I'm vexed he looks pleased." "Does he really?" said Beata. "Then I don't like him. I shouldn't look pleased if you were vexed, Rosy." "Wouldn't you?" said Rosy, doubtfully. "No, I'm sure I wouldn't.
The water is of ample depth and there are several good anchorages, the best being the port of the small city of Barahona. From Neiba Bay to Cape Beata the coast waters are shallow and are only visited by small vessels which come to take away lumber or coffee from the neighboring heights.
She was rather a pet with Violet, her young stepmother, who, while preferring her to her sister, found her the less useful of the two. "You go, Beata, you're so quick!" Violet would say, when she wanted an errand done, and for the same reason gave the charge of the children to the one who was the more capable of assuming the responsibility.
"It is for thee to remain in Venice with her child, that the Signoria be not wroth with the Ca' Giustiniani, and for me to seek and care for her mayhap, if heaven be merciful, to bring her to thee again! She cannot be far to seek." "In Padua!" cried Marcantonio, with sudden conviction. "They will sleep in Padua to-night. It was the voice of the Lady Beata!" "Art thou sure, Marina?"
Beata was alone in the schoolroom, writing, or trying to write, to her mother. Her letters, which used to be such a pleasure, had grown difficult. "Mamma said I was to write everything to her," she said to herself, "but I can't write to tell her I'm not happy. I wonder if it's any way my fault." Just then the door opened and Mrs. Vincent looked in. "All alone, Bee," she said.
On the 28th of June the vessels set sail for San Domingo. The adverse winds and currents which had opposed Columbus throughout this ill-starred expedition, still continued to harass him. After a weary struggle of several weeks, he reached, on the 3d of August, the little island of Beata, on the coast of Hispaniola.
"Unhappy?" said Bee, in a kind voice, going nearer the bed. "What are you so unhappy about, Rosy?" "I'll tell you," said Rosy, "but won't you get into my bed a little, Bee? There is room, if we scrudge ourselves up. One night Fixie slept with me, and you're not so very much bigger." "I'll get in for a little," said Beata, "just while you tell me what's the matter, and why you are so unhappy."
You have no right to speak that way, and Nelson is a bad, horrible woman. I will tell your mother all about it to-morrow morning." And bursting into tears, Beata ran out of the nursery to take refuge in her own room. Nor would she come out or speak to Rosy when she knocked at the door and begged her to do so.
"How can you, if she doesn't give you any to do?" "If she really doesn't give us any to do I'll ask her for them, and if she still doesn't, then I'll tell your mother that we're not learning arithmetic any more." "You'll tell mamma," said Rosy, standing before her and looking very fierce. "Yes," said Beata.
I'm quite awake. I'm not a bit sleepy," Beata answered. "But you must try to go to sleep soon," said Mrs. Vincent. "Rosy is fast asleep. I have just been in to look at her. It is getting late for little girls to be awake." "Yes, I know," said Bee. "But I often can't go to sleep so quick the first night while everything is different, you know and new."
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