"
Bee turned away and burst into tears.
"I _will_ write to mamma and ask her to take me away," she said.
Again Rosy looked startled.
"If you do that," she said, "it will be very unkind to _my_
mamma. Yours will think we have all been unkind to you, and then
she'll write letters to my mamma that will vex her very much. And I'm
sure _mamma's_ never been unkind to you. I don't mind if you say
_I'm_ unkind; perhaps I am, because I'm very vexed about my
necklace. I shall get naughty now it's lost--I know I shall," and so
saying, Rosy ran off.
Bee left off crying. It was true what Rosy had said. It _would_
make Mrs. Vincent unhappy and cause great trouble if she asked her
mother to take her away. A new and braver spirit woke in the little
girl.
"I won't be unhappy any more," she resolved. "I know I didn't touch
the necklace, and so I needn't be unhappy. And then I needn't write
anything to trouble mother, for if I get happy again it will be all
right."
Her eyes were still rather red, but her face was brighter than it had
been for some time when she came into the drawing-room, ready dressed
for her walk.
"Is that you, Bee dear?" said Mrs. Vincent kindly. She too was ready
dressed, but she was just finishing the address on a letter. "Why, you
are looking quite bright again, my child!" she went on when she looked
up at the little figure waiting patiently beside her.
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