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"Are you quite kind to her, Rosy?" "Oh indeed, yes, ma'am," interrupted Nelson, without giving Rosy time to answer. "Of that you may be very sure. Indeed many's the time I say to myself Miss Rosy's patience is quite wonderful. Such a free, outspoken young lady as she is, and Miss Bee so different. I don't like them secrety sort of children, and Miss Rosy feels it too she "
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."
But as it was, the person who had been there little Bee was much nearer than the nursery at the time of Rosy's accident. The house was very silent that evening, and Nelson had not thought of bringing a light; so when it got too dark to read, even with the book pressed close against the window-panes, Bee grew rather tired of waiting there by herself, with nothing to do.
There was one thing about her which was not spoilt, and that was her honesty. When the children came down that morning to see their mother, as they always did, a little after breakfast, Rosy's face wore a queer look. "Good morning, little people," said their mother. "I was rather late this morning, do you know? That was why I didn't come to see you in the nursery.
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary." That night when Bee was in her little bed, though not yet asleep, for the strangeness of everything, and all she had to think over of what had happened in the day, had kept her awake longer than usual, she heard some one softly open the door and look in. "Are you awake still, dear?" said a voice which Bee knew in a moment was that of Rosy's mother. "Yes, oh yes.
He wiped his eyes, and Rosy's also, with the big purple silk handkerchief, and pressing some very grateful kisses on the hot cheeks, said cheerfully again, "God bless you, child, that's done me good! But don't let it sadden you, dear; forget all about it, and tell no one what a sentimental old fool I am." "I never truly will!
"What are you doing in Miss Rosy's drawers?" said Nelson; and Bee, from surprise at her tone and manner, felt herself get red, and her voice trembled a little as she answered. "I was getting something for Master Fixie something for him to play with." And she held up the necklace. Nelson looked at her still in a way that was not at all nice. "And who said you might?" she said next.
And when her mother said "No, it would not be unkind," feeling sure, with her faith in Bee's goodness that Rosy's pleasure would be met with the heartiest sympathy for "sympathy," dears, can be shown to those about us in their joys as well as in their sorrows Rosy ran off in the highest spirits. Mr. Furnivale smiled as he saw her delight, and Mrs.
Vincent herself, yet Rosy's mother felt sure that Nelson blamed Bee for the loss, and wished others to do so, and she was afraid of what might be said in the nursery if the subject was still spoken about. So nothing unkind was actually said to Beata, but Rosy's cold manner and careless looks were hard to bear. And the days were drawing near for the long looked forward to fete at Summerlands.
The only difference between them was that one of the quilted under skirts was sky blue to suit Rosy's bright complexion and fair hair, and the other was a very pretty shade of rose colour, which, went better with Bee's dark hair and paler face. The children stood entranced, admiring them. "Now, dears, I must put them away," said Mrs. Vincent. "It is really time for me to get ready."
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