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"Mother Carey! Oh, mother! mammie, dear! come and see!" "Come- where?" "To fairy-land. Get her bonnet, Babie." "Out of doors, you boy? just look there!" "Oh! bother all that! It can wait." "Do pray come, mother," entreated Armine;" you never saw anything like it!" "What is it?
'I promised my mammie I would never lose it; and I've been so afraid lest some one should see it, and take it from me. 'Whoever is this pretty little lady, Rosalie? 'She's my mammie's sister. Oh, such a good, kind lady! That is her picture when she was quite young: she is married now, and has a little girl of her own. So now I'll tell you all about it, said Rosalie.
This was the little note, ill-spelt and ill-written, which greeted Moseley on his return home that evening: "Dear Mammie Moseley and Mr. Moseley: The little children you gave so many nights' lodgings to have gone away. We have gone south, but there is no use looking for us, for Cecile must do what she promised. Mammie Moseley, if Cecile can't do what she promised she will die.
One of them passed close to the gate where I was standing, Rosalie, and he looked so happy and glad, as he was hastening on to join the others. So I called him, darling, and asked him what was going on. 'And what did he say, mammie dear?
The dwarf nodded her head in assent. 'We ask Him every day to find us, Mother Manikin mammie and me; and the story says He will look for us until He finds us. Shall I read it to you? It's what mammie and I were reading before we went in to the play.
She crept to her side, and put her little hand in hers as they went up to the platform after the first performance was over. Her mother's hand was burning with fever, and yet she shivered from head to foot as they went out on the platform into the chill night air. 'Oh, mammie dear, said Rosalie, in a whisper, 'you ought to go back to the caravan now.
Oh, Rosalie, it is such a comfort to be able to speak of those days to some one! I've kept it all hidden up in my heart till sometimes I have felt as if it would burst. 'I can see the church now, mammie, said Rosalie; 'it's a pretty little grey church with a tower, and we're going through the village; aren't we, Toby?
Barty woke her, coming into the room, dripping and shining in oilskins and sou'wester, like a lifeboat man. "I couldn't get further than West Street, Mammie," he said, still breathless. "I had on my waders, but the water was up over them. They had boats going about, I believe, but I couldn't get hold of one.
'It means being sorry for what you've done, Rosalie darling, and hating yourself for it, and wishing never to do wrong again. 'Then, mammie, if you need repentance, you must be like the one sheep, not like the ninety-nine.
'No, Rosalie, said her mother; 'you may go, my darling, but I never shall. 'Why not, mammie dear? 'Rosalie, said her mother, raising herself in bed and putting her arm round her child, 'don't you know that I am going to leave you? don't you know that in about a week's time you will have no mother? Rosalie hid her face in her mother's pillow and sobbed aloud.
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