"
But just then Fixie moved a little and whispered something in his
sleep.
"What is it, Fix?" said Rosy, stooping down to listen. His ears caught
the sound of her voice.
"Poor Losy," he murmured, and Rosy's face softened again.
And half an hour later Martha found them lying there together.
CHAPTER II.
BEATA.
"How will she be--fair-haired or dark,
Eyes bright and piercing, or rather soft and sweet?
--All that I care not for, so she be no phraser."
--OLD PLAY.
"What was it all about?" said Rosy's mother the next morning to Colin,
She had heard of another nursery disturbance the evening before, and
Martha had begged her to ask Colin to tell her all about it. "And
what's the matter with your eye, my boy?" she went on to say, as she
caught sight of the bluish bruise, which showed more by daylight.
"Oh, that's nothing," said Colin. "It doesn't hurt a bit, mother, it
doesn't indeed. I've had far worse lumps than that at school hundreds
of times. It's nothing, only--" and Colin gave a sort of wriggle.
"Only what?" said his mother.
"I do so wish Rosy wouldn't be like that. It spoils everything. Just
this Easter holiday time too, when I thought we'd be so happy."
His mother's face grew still graver.
"Do you mean that it was _Rosy_ that struck you--that hit you in
the eye?" she said.
Colin looked vexed. "I thought Martha had told you," he said.
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