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Poor Losy why can't her be good? Why doesn't God make Losy good all in a minute? Fixie always akses God to make her good" he stopped in his whispered talk, suddenly he had fancied for a moment that Rosy was waking, and it was true that she had moved. She had given a sort of wriggle, for, sweet and gentle as Fixie was, she did not at all like being spoken of as not good.
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.
I'd almost hate him, and I'm sure I'll hate her, any way. Mamma says she's such a dear good little girl that means that everybody'll say I'm naughtier than ever." But just then Fixie moved a little and whispered something in his sleep. "What is it, Fix?" said Rosy, stooping down to listen. His ears caught the sound of her voice. "Poor Losy," he murmured, and Rosy's face softened again.
"Don't wake, poor Losy," he said. "Go on sleeping, Losy, if you are so tired, and Fix will watch aside you and take care of you." He seemed to have forgotten all about her being naughty he sat beside her, patting her softly, and murmuring a sort of cooing "Hush, hush, Losy," as if she were a baby, that was very touching, like the murmur of a sad little dove.
Fixie came close up to her, peeped almost into her face, so that if she had been really asleep I rather think it would have awakened her, except that all he did was so very gentle and like a little mouse; and then, quite satisfied that she was fast asleep, he slowly settled himself down on the floor by her side. "Poor Losy," he said softly. "Fixie are so solly for you.
Only the trouble in his delicate little face grew greater. "Is you bovvered, Losy?" he said. "Fix is welly solly," and he came farther into the room. "Losy," he said again, still more gently than before, "do come to tea. Fix doesn't like having his tea when Losy isn't there, and Fix is tired to-day." Rosy looked at him a moment. Then a sudden change came over her.
"It is never a good thing to go out in the morning without eating something, even if it's only a little bit." Breakfast passed most comfortably, and by good luck Fixie hadn't forgotten his promise to sit "aside Losy." "It was her turn," he said, and he seemed to think the honour a very great one.
A little figure, smaller than Rosy even, was standing in the doorway, looking at her with a troubled face, but not seeming very surprised. "Losy," it said, "tea's seady. Fix is comed for you." "Then Fix may go away again. Rosy doesn't want any tea. Rosy's too bovvered and vexed. Go away, Fix." But "Fix," as she called him, and as he called himself, didn't move.
Wait a minute and I'll help you," for Fixie was tugging away at his chair, and could not manage to move it as he wanted. "I want to sit, aside Bee," he said. Rosy threw an angry look at him he understood what she meant. "I'll sit, aside you again to-morrow, Losy," he hastened to say. But it did no good. Rosy was now determined to find nothing right.
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