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Furnivale, "If I can find another necklace when I go back to Venice. I shall not forget to send it indeed, I might write to the dealer beforehand to look out for one. I am sure you are right, and on the whole I am glad, for Cecy did buy it for your own little girl." "Would you like to give it her now?" said Mrs. Vincent, and as Mr.
Vincent called Bee to come and speak to her. "It is Mr. Furnivale who is coming to see us to-day," she said. "It is for that I am so particularly sorry for Rosy to be again in disgrace. And she has been so much gentler and more obedient lately, I am really very disappointed, and I cannot help saying so to you, Bee, though I don't want you to be troubled about Rosy."
She had been so pleased to hear about little Miss Warwick from Cecy Furnivale, whom she had seen lately. Bee stared rather at this. She hardly knew herself under the name of little Miss Warwick; but she answered Miss Vincent's questions in her usual simple way, and told Rosy, when they went up to bed, that she did not wonder she loved her aunt she seemed so very kind. "Yes," said Rosy.
They went on talking for a few minutes about these pleasant plans, and in the interest of hearing about Cecilia Furnivale, and hearing all her messages, Rosy, who had never seen her, and who was quite a stranger to her father too, was naturally left a little in the background. It was quite enough to put her out again.
Furnivale asking her to tell him how many beads there were on Rosy's necklace and their size, as he had found a shop where there were two or three for sale, and he wanted to get one as nearly as possible the same for Beata. Beata went slowly to the nursery. She would much rather have stayed in the schoolroom, lonely and dull though it was.
Furnivale said "Yes," she went to the window opening out on to the lawn where the three children were now playing, and called Rosy. "I daresay she will be going to scold me, now luncheon's over. I wish that ugly old Mr.
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