Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 25, 2025
Of course I would not leave Rosy with Fixie and Bee by herself. But for to-day they can stay in the schoolroom, and I will ask Miss Pinkerton to remain later." The doctor came in the afternoon, but he was not able to say much. It would take, he said, a day or two to decide what was the matter with the little fellow.
She had seen Fixie's face looking troubled, and she remembered Martha saying how her questioning about the necklace had upset him, and it seemed almost cruel to go on talking about it. But a feeling had come over her that there was something to find out, and now it grew stronger and stronger. "Lace for Rosy's neck," she repeated, "no, Fixie, you must be mistaken.
But little Fixie ran to Bee and held up his fresh sweet face for a kiss. "What is ze matter wif you, Bee?" he said. "You's c'ying. Colin, Losy, Bee's c'ying," he exclaimed. "You're not, are you, Bee?" said Colin. "Are you, really?" said Rosy, coming close to her and looking into her face. The taking notice of it made Bee's tears come more quickly.
She had been alone, except for poor little Fixie, all the afternoon; and the last hour or so she had been patiently waiting for Rosy to come to the nursery to tell her, as she had promised, all her adventures. "I'm going to bed," repeated Rosy. "Won't you stay and talk a little?" said Bee; "you said you would tell me about Summerlands." "I'm too tired," said Rosy.
Beata was sent early to bed, as she was not yet, of course, counted as quite well; and both she and Fixie slept very soundly whether they dreamt of Rosy's beads or not I cannot tell. But the next morning Bee felt so much better that she begged to get up quite early. "Not till after you've had your breakfast, Miss Bee," said Martha. "But Mrs.
The little person sprang forward, and was going to kiss Rosy's mother, when she caught sight of the tiny white face beside her. "O Fixie, dear little Fixie!" she said, stooping to hug him, and then she lifted her own face for Fixie's mother to kiss. At once, almost before shaking hands with the gentleman, Rosy's mother looked round for her, and Rosy had to come forward.
"Nebber," echoed Fixie, his blue eyes opened twice as wide as usual. "And is it yours, Rosy?" asked Bee. "Yes mine, my very own. Mr. Furniture brought it me from from somewhere. I don't remember the name of the place, but I know it's somewhere in the country that's the shape of a boot." "Italy," said Bee, whose geography was not quite so hazy as Rosy's.
Beata's headache was not better the next day; and, as the day went on, it grew so much worse that Mrs. Vincent at last sent for the doctor. He said that she was ill, much in the same way that Fixie had been.
She says it will make him ill, and I am sure it's much more likely to make him ill keeping him poking in there when he wanted so much to come out with us." "I don't see how you can call Martha cross," said Colin. "And certainly she's never cross to Fixie." "How do you know?" said Rosy, sharply. "You don't see her half as much as I do. And she can always pretend if she likes."
But I always knew where it was, in its own little box in the far-back corner of the drawer where I keep my best ribbons and jewelry." "Yes," said Bee, "I know. It was there the day I had it out to amuse Fixie." Rosy turned sharply upon her. "Did you put it back that day, Bee?" she said, "I don't believe I've looked at it since. Answer, did you put it back?"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking