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Don't you feel happy?" and she looked up with such pleasure in her eyes that Rosy's heart was touched. "Bee," she said quickly, "I do think you're very good. Are you not the least bit vexed, Bee, that you haven't got it, or at least that you haven't got one like it?" Beata looked up with real surprise. "Vexed that I haven't got one too," she repeated, "of course not, Rosy dear.
"And you are sure quite sure you never have seen it since?" "Quite sure," said Bee. "I never touch Rosy's things without her leave." Nelson gave a sort of cough. Bee turned round on her. "If you've anything to say you'd better say it now, before Mrs. Vincent," said Bee, in a tone that, coming from the gentle kindly little girl, surprised every one. "Bee!" exclaimed Mrs. Vincent, "What do you mean?
But if I was to tell everybody then it would all seem pretending, and there's nothing so horrid as pretending." There was some sense in Rosy's ideas, and Bee did not go against them. She went back to her own bed with a curious feeling of respect for Rosy and a warm feeling of affection also. "And it was very horrid of me to be thinking of her that way to-night," said honest Bee to herself.
Rosy's mother thought over what Colin had told her, and settled in her own mind that it was better to take no notice of it in speaking to Rosy. "If it had been a quarrel about anything else," she said to herself, "it would have been different. But about Beata I want to say nothing more to vex Rosy, or wake her unkind feelings." But Rosy's mother did not yet quite know her little girl.
And you, Bee, are almost too silent!" she added, smiling at Beata, for she had a feeling that since Miss Vincent's arrival Bee looked rather lonely. "Yes," said Rosy's aunt, "we don't hear your voice at all, Miss Beata. You're not like my chatter-box Rosy, who always must say out what she thinks."
Bates was the reverse of pleased when Jane, one morning, came up to her little room, sat down on the foot of the bed, and announced that Mrs. Belden, among others, was likely to be bidden to Rosy's coming-out. "Ma doesn't like her so extra well," Jane admitted, candidly; "she thinks they might have done something for Rosy this past summer.
"If she had been living in New York and her children had been ill I should have been with her all the time," poor Mrs. Vanderpoel had said with tears. "Rosy's changed awfully, somehow. Her letters don't sound a bit like she used to be. It seems as if she just doesn't care to see her mother and father." Betty had frowned a good deal and thought intensely in secret.
She was beginning to idealize him, as Bertie Patterson had begun to idealize her brother; but Rosy's idealization was not half so generous. While walking on his arm a week ago, she had not felt her self in a public hall within a few hundred yards of her own home; no, she was at Buckingham Palace or at St. James's she was not sure which.
"What made you so vexed with Colin?" she asked. Rosy's face hardened. "Mother," she said, "you'd better not ask me. It was because of something he said that I don't want to tell you." "About Beata?" asked her mother. "Well," said Rosy, "if you know about it, it isn't my fault if you are vexed. I don't want her to come I don't want any little girl to come, because I know I shan't like her.
"Well, George," answered Joseph Duncombe, gravely, "I'm not an unforgiving chap; but there are some things try the easiest of men rather hard, and this is one of them. However, for my little Rosy's sake, and out of remembrance of the long night-watches you and I have kept together out upon the lonesome sea, I forgive you. There's my hand and my heart with it."
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