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"I am thankful to hear it," she said; "for there is no saying what his illness may be going to be. But, Lillias, of course you won't let darling Rosy stay in the nursery." "I hadn't thought about it," said Rosy's mother. "Perhaps I am a little careless about these things, for you see all the years I was in India I had only Fixie, and he was quite out of the way of infection.
The epithet of 'Flower of Yarrow' was in later times bestowed upon one of her immediate posterity, Miss Mary Lillias Scott, daughter of John Scott Esq. of Harden, and celebrated for her beauty in the pastoral song of Tweedside, I mean that set of modern words which begins 'What beauty does Flora disclose. This lady I myself remember very well, and I mention her to you least you should receive any inaccurate information owing to her being called like her predecessor the 'Flower of Yarrow. There was a portrait of this latter lady in the collection at Hamilton which the present Duke transferred through my hands to Lady Diana Scott relict of the late Walter Scott Esq. of Harden, which picture was vulgarly but inaccurately supposed to have been a resemblance of the original Mary Scott, daughter of Philip Scott of Dryhope, and married to Auld Wat of Harden in the middle of the 16th century.
"And I know I might have been burnt to death if it hadn't been for Bee. And and I hope Bee will enjoy the fête." But that was all she could manage. She hurried over the last words; then, bursting into tears, she rushed out of the room. "Poor darling!" said Aunt Edith. "Lillias, are you sure we can do nothing? Couldn't one of her white dresses be done up somehow?" "No," said Mrs. Vincent.
'Lillias, he said, 'it is not night yet, nor is that your bed; you are to sleep, not with me, but with Earnest haste you home, for he is waiting you. 'Oh, take me to him!
"Please, Miss Pink, don't think I don't know when I am to blame, but but you won't speak that way of me another time when I've not been to blame." A sort of smothered sob here came from Miss Pink, as a match to Rosy's grunt. "And please," Bee went on, "don't say anything more about that time to Aunt Lillias. It's done now, and it would only make fresh trouble."
This was one of the speeches which Bee did not find it very easy to answer all at once, so she told Rosy she would think it over in her dreams, for she was very sleepy, and she was sure Aunt Lillias would be vexed if they didn't go to bed quickly. "And the former called the latter 'little Prig." EMERSON.
I hope she has learnt a lesson more than one lesson but, if she were to have the pleasure of going to Summerlands, she might not remember it so well." Beata said no more she could not oppose Rosy's mother but she shook her head a little sadly. "I don't think Rosy's like that, Aunt Lillias," she said; "I don't think it would make her forget."
Bee felt sorry that Nelson had overheard what she had said, though indeed there was no harm in it. "I did not mean to vex you, Nelson," she said, "but I'm sure it is better to wait till Aunt Lillias tells us herself." Nelson looked very angry, and walked off in a huff, muttering something the children could not catch. "I wish you wouldn't always quarrel with Nelson," said Rosy crossly.
And I know we are often troublesome aren't we, Rosy?" Rosy gave a little grunt, which was a good deal for her, and showed that her feelings, too, were touched. "But just then I had been trying. Aunt Lillias had spoken to us about it, and I did want to please her" and the unbidden tears rose to Bee's eyes.
"I wish she could come to see us too. She was so pretty, wasn't she, Aunt Lillias?" she added, stopping a little and smiling. Lillias was Mrs. Vincent's name, and it had been fixed that Beata should call her "aunt," for to say "Mrs. Vincent" sounded rather stiff. "You would think her pretty, Rosy," she went on again, out of a wish to make Rosy join in what they were talking of.
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