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Then she turned away from her sister and ran down a side-path of the garden, leaving Rosalys looking after her in distress, and half inclined to blame herself for having spoken sharply to Biddy. 'It will vex mamma so if this new plan doesn't do, she thought regretfully. 'But perhaps Biddy will be good again when she comes in.
It sounded quite differently from the bright sweet tone in which she had greeted them. And it did not seem to suit her to speak sharply. She was very pretty and sweet-looking, and she seemed young to be tall Alie's mother; indeed, people often said they looked more like sisters: stout, sturdy little Bridget was quite unlike them both. Rosalys looked up at her mother anxiously.
Her face was still rather red, but she glanced with admiration mingled with gratitude at Rosalys. The shopwoman handed her the two little chairs, but she did not seem quite satisfied. 'Would you like to choose for yourself? said the woman with a smile.
Could you pin it up? Rosalys stooped to examine the damage. It was not very great, still under the circumstances of its being a new frock, it was vexing enough. 'You've got it so sandy, too that makes it look worse, said the elder sister, giving the unlucky skirt a shake as she spoke. 'I wish mamma hadn't come out, said Bridget.
I bequeath ten pounds each to my dear nephew John Stanway, and to his wife Leonora, to purchase mourning at my decease, and five pounds each for the same purpose to my dear great-nephew Frederick Wellington Ryley, and to my great-nieces Ethel, Rosalys, and Millicent Stanway, and to any other children of the said John and Leonora Stanway should they have such, and should such children survive me."
There were still some of grandmamma's good things, which she had had packed in a hamper for the first start at the new rectory home-made cakes and honey and fresh butter, the very sight of which made one hungry! Rosalys glanced at her mother, and was pleased to see that the sweet face looked rather brighter and less anxious as she stood for a moment at the fire warming her hands.
Alie came and stood beside her, gently putting her arm round her mother and looking daggers at Bride. Mamma was nervous and over-tired, she knew; she had had so much to go through lately. How could Biddy be so naughty and unfeeling? And yet, as the words passed through her mind, Rosalys hesitated. Biddy was not really unfeeling it was not the word for her.
But, remember, Rome wasn't built in a day, Bride; you'll have to keep up your courage and go on trying. But what's all that about boys and potatoes? Biddy grew red; she felt by instinct that she must not tell over all the conversation; mamma would be vexed. 'I only meant and she hesitated. 'Biddy knew a little greengrocer boy in London who was very fond of his father, said Rosalys quickly.
Vane authoritatively, laying down his knife and fork as he spoke. 'Now, Rosalys, tell the whole story properly. Alie did so, and as Randolph had already explained about meeting Mr. Redding, it was not long before his father and mother understood the real facts clearly. 'We couldn't have refused to go into the parlour when Mrs. Fairchild asked us like that could we, mamma? Rosalys wound up.
Locke's Smerdis, and the daughter of Rosalys II. Miss Cora Wallace, of East Brady, Pa., has Lord Ruffles, son of the first Rosalys and The Beadle, formerly Bumble Bee. Mrs. Fisk Greene, of Chicago, now owns a beautiful cat in Bumble Bee, and another in Miss Merrylegs, a blue with golden eyes, the daughter of Bumble Bee and Black Sapho.
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