"Rosy," she said, "do stay a minute. Rosy, I am so unhappy. I've been
thinking if I can't write a letter to ask mother to take me away from
here. I would, only it would make her so unhappy."
Rosy looked a little startled.
"Why would you do that?" she said. "I'm sure I've not done anything to
you."
"But you don't love me any more," said Bee. "You began to leave off
loving me when your aunt and Nelson came,--I know you did,--and then
since the necklace was lost it's been worse. What can I do, Rosy, what
can I say?"
"You might own that you've lost it--at least that you forgot to put it
back," said Rosy.
"But I _did_ put it back. Even Nelson says that," said Bee. "I
can't say I didn't when I know I did," she added piteously.
"But Nelson thinks you took it another time, and forgot to put it
back. And I think so too," said Rosy. To do her justice, she never,
like Nelson, thought that Bee had taken the necklace on purpose. She
did not even understand that Nelson thought so.
"Rosy," said Bee very earnestly, "I did _not_ take it another
time. I have never seen it since that afternoon when Fixie had had it
and I put it back. Rosy, _don't_ you believe me?"
Rosy gave herself an impatient shake.
"I don't know," she said. "You might have forgotten. Anyway it was you
that had it last, and I wish I'd never given you leave to have it; I'm
sure it wouldn't have been lost.
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