Well, I
am very sorry for it, but at present I can do no more. You are old
enough and sensible enough to see that several things have not been as
I like or wish lately. But it is often so in this world. I was very
sorry for Martha to have to go away, but it could not be helped, Now,
Bee, think it over. Would you rather go away, for a time any way, or
will you bravely determine not to mind what you know you don't
deserve, knowing that _I_ trust you fully?"
"Yes," said Bee at once, "I will not mind it any more. And Rosy
perhaps," here her voice faltered, "Rosy perhaps will like me better
if I don't seem so dull."
Mrs. Vincent looked grave when Bee spoke of Rosy, so grave that Bee
almost wished she had not said it.
"It is very hard," she heard Rosy's mother say, as if speaking to
herself, "just when I thought I had gained a better influence over
her. _Very_ hard."
Bee threw her arms round Mrs. Vincent's neck.
"Dear auntie," she said, "_don't_ be unhappy about Rosy. I will
be patient, and I know it will come right again, and I won't be
unhappy any more."
Mrs. Vincent kissed her.
"Yes, dear Bee," she said, "we must both be patient and hopeful."
And then they went out, and during the walk Beata noticed that Mrs.
Vincent talked about other things--old times in India that Bee could
remember, and plans for the future when her father and mother should
come home again to stay.
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