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Updated: June 7, 2025
We can sit above high-water mark, but it means staying till the tide goes down and that won't be for hours, and then it will be dark and how can we see to scramble up the cliffs?" "I suppose we've got to wait till morning!" groaned Fay. "This is some adventure at any rate!" "Rather more than most of us bargained for!" agreed Beata.
She had told Colin about Beata coming, but not Felix, for as he knew and loved the little girl already, she was afraid that his delight might rouse Rosy's jealous feelings. For the prettiest thing in Rosy was her love for her little brother, only it was often spoilt by her exactingness. Fixie must love her as much or better than anybody he must be all hers, or else she would not love him at all.
Their friend Fay Macleod, a year older than Beata, was an American, whose father had come to Europe in search of health, and being attracted to Chagmouth by his love of sketching, had settled there temporarily for a rest-cure, and was enjoying the quiet and beauty of the quaint place and its surrounding scenery.
Vincent, opened a door Beata had not before noticed. "This is Rosy's room," she said. "I thought it would be nice for you to be near each other. And I know you are very tidy, Bee, so you will set Rosy a good example eh, Rosy?"
And then Rosy's mother again held out her hand, and Beata took it timidly, and followed by Rosy, whose mind was in a strange jumble, they went upstairs to the room that was to be the little stranger's.
"It is new for a maiden of the people to know such pride," she answered, scornfully. "It is because none are like her, and her soul is beautiful as her face! My mother, there are none prouder in all this palace; the little Contessa Beata is a contadina beside her! Yet, it is not pride, I think, but love and care for my happiness," he added, grown suddenly bold.
"Why, my little girl," he said, "you didn't cry like this even when you said good-bye at Southampton." "That must be it," said Rosy's mother, who was too kind to feel vexed for more than an instant; "the poor child has put too much force on herself, and that always makes one break down afterwards. Come, dear Beata, and remember how much your mother wanted you to be happy with us."
Tenent itaque indubitate, quod beata Maria Iesum peperit, et concepit virgo manens intacta, ac libenter loqui audiunt de incarnatione in ipsa facta per annunciationem Gabrielis Archangeli.
She will be here about four o'clock in the afternoon." "To-morrow!" said Rosy, and then, without saying any more, she kissed her mother and went to bed. She went to sleep that evening, and she woke the next morning with a strange jumble of feelings in her mind, and a strange confusion of questions waiting to be answered. "What would Beata be like?
Might they still take their brides and baptize their little ones, and follow their dead to burial, and sign the sign of the cross, in token of the favor of heaven as loyal sons of the Church? And would the Madre Beata blessed guardian of this Virgin City still smile upon them from all the separate shrines of Venice?
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