I can't _think_ how Colin can tease
Rosy so."
And sadly, feeling already tired, and not knowing what was best to do,
Beata followed the others to the nursery. _They_ did not seem to
care--Colin was already whistling, and though Rosy's face was still
black, no one paid any attention to it.
But little Fixie ran to Bee and held up his fresh sweet face for a
kiss.
"What is ze matter wif you, Bee?" he said. "You's c'ying. Colin, Losy,
Bee's c'ying," he exclaimed.
"You're _not_, are you, Bee?" said Colin.
"Are you, really?" said Rosy, coming close to her and looking into her
face.
The taking notice of it made Bee's tears come more quickly. All the
children looked sorry, and a puzzled expression came into Rosy's face.
"Come into my room a minute, Bee," she said. "Do tell me," she went
on, "what are you crying for?"
Beata put her arms round Rosy's neck.
"I can't quite tell you," she said, "I'm afraid of vexing you. But,
oh, I do so wish--" and then she stopped.
"What?" said Rosy.
"I wish you would never get vexed with Colin or anybody, and I wish
Colin wouldn't tease you," said Bee.
"Was that all?" said Rosy. "Oh, _that_ wasn't anything--you
should hear us sometimes."
"_Please_ don't," entreated Beata. "I can't bear it. Oh, dear
Rosy, don't be vexed with me, but please do let us be all happy and
not have anything like that.
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