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"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."
Vincent laughed too the whole world seemed to have grown brighter to her since the little gleam she believed she had had of true gold at the bottom of Rosy's wayward little heart. And Rosy ran gleefully off to her friend. "Bee, Bee," she cried, "stop playing, do. I have something to show you. And you too, Fixie, you may come and see it if you like.
They have been all these months in Italy, and they are going to stay there through next winter, but Mr. Furnivale is in England on business and is coming to see us very soon. He is a very kind man, and always asks for Fixie and Bee when he writes." "That is very kind of him," said Bee, gratefully. But a dark look came over Rosy's face.
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.
"What is there down there, does you fink?" said Fixie, looking up at Bee and then down again at the mysterious hole. "Does it go down into the middle of the world, p'raps?" Beata laughed. "Oh no, Fixie, not so far as that, I am sure," she said. "At the most, it can't go farther than the ceiling of the room underneath."
But Fixie was put to bed, and Rosy and Bee were told on no account to go into either of the nurseries. Fixie was not sorry to go to bed; he had been so dull all the morning, playing by himself in a comer of the nursery, but he cried a little when he was told that Bee must not come and sit by him and read or tell him stories as she always was ready to do when he was not quite well.
Lace for her neck " and then a sudden idea struck her, "can you mean a necklace? Don't you know that a necklace means beads?" Fixie stared at her for a moment, growing very red. Then the redness finished up, like a thundercloud breaking into rain, by his bursting into tears, and hiding his face in Bee's lap. "I didn't know, I didn't know," he cried, "I thought it was some lace that Martha meant.
Vincent says you may get up as soon as you like after that, and then you and Miss Rosy and Master Fixie are all to go to her room. She has something to show you." Bee and Fixie looked at each other. They felt sure they knew what it was! But Rosy, who had also come to Bee's room to see how she was, looked very mystified. "I wonder what it can be," she said. "Can it be a parcel come for us?
But before sitting down to the table, Rosy would go to the drawer where they were kept, and was in the middle of scolding at finding something different from what she liked when Colin and Fixie came in to tea. "I say, Rosy," said Colin, "you might let us have one tea-time in peace, Bee's first evening." Rosy turned round upon him. "I'm not a pretender," she said.
"I like mouses," he persisted; and so, to change his ideas, Bee went on talking about the knot hole. "We might get a stick to-morrow," she said, "and poke it down to see how far it would go." "Not a 'tick," said Fixie, "it would hurt the little mouses. I didn't say a 'tick I said a piece of 'ting.
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