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And yet parties sometimes make arrangements to stay up there until after dark, so as to see the glow of the fires that are continually smouldering in the chasms and crevices of the crater, and sometimes breaking out there. Mrs. Gray was so much pleased with Rosie's report of what she saw on the roof, that she went up herself immediately after Rosie came down. Mr. George went up too.
She would never have dared to answer her grandfather in that manner. "Take your book and learn it now," he said in his sternest tone. Lulu did not venture to disobey, for she was really very much afraid of Mr. Dinsmore. He heard Rosie's lesson, assigned her task for the next day, and both left the room. The others had gone about the time Mr. Dinsmore came in, so Lulu was left alone.
"Yes, sir; much more than we can attend to in one visit," replied Harold, leading the way, as everyone seemed well pleased to carry out Rosie's suggestion. They had heard and read of the beautiful golden doorway and viewed it with interest and satisfaction. "It is very, very beautiful," said Grandma Elsie, "a nest of arches covered with silver and gold."
"I shall be glad of the opportunity to make the acquaintance of Rosie's future mother-in-law, the father-in-law too, and I dare say Will is anxious to have them know mamma, and perhaps the rest of us." "And, having done so they will be all the more pleased with the match," added the captain.
"I am glad to hear you say that," said her mother. "And now that you are conscious of having harmed Lulu, are you not willing to do what lies in your power to repair the mischief to pay the debt she thinks you owe her?" Rosie's head drooped and her cheeks crimsoned. "Mamma, you are asking a hard thing of me," she said in a low, unwilling tone.
The young gentleman, now blushing as furiously as the young lady, grasped the books in a promiscuous heap and slammed them down upon Rosie's desk with, "There now, butter-fingers." The school laughed aloud, and Rosie curled up behind the pile of books and cried with vexation.
It was a picture in the morgue on the East River, with its half hundred corpses, waiting recognition or burial in the Potter's Field. Upon a cold marble slab lay the body of a young girl, her shapely hands across her breast. Alfonso recognized Rosie's sweet face and golden tresses that artists had raved over. The marquis in sad tones added a few words of explanation.
Then came a great social event, the annual "mask and shadow dance" of a local political organization. Sadie and Rosie attended. A "mask and shadow dance" is as important a function to girls of Sadie's and Rosie's class as a cotillion is to girls of your class. Such affairs are possible only in large dance halls, and to do them impressively costs the proprietor some money.
There was the French count, but that was knocked on the head very early in consequence of things discovered. And there was the Boom in Guano, but he fortunately smashed, much to Rosie's joy, because she never liked him. The last was Lord Evergreen.
The Nurse called up Rose Davis; and Rosie, who was lying in bed with the Sunday papers scattered around her and a cigarette in her manicured fingers, reached out with a yawn and, taking the telephone, rested it on her laced and ribboned bosom. "Yes," she said indolently. The nurse told her who she was, and Rosie's voice took on a warmer tinge. "Oh, yes," she said. "How are you?... Claribel?
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