They were a little tired and very hungry, and till
they had had their tea Rosy was too hungry to think of anything else.
But tea over, Bee sat down to amuse herself with a book till bed-time,
and Rosy wandered about, not inclined to read, or, indeed, to do
anything. Suddenly the thought of the fancy dresses returned to her
mind. She ran out of the nursery, and made her way to her aunt's room,
where Nelson was generally to be found. She was not there, however.
Rosy ran down the passages at that part of the house where the
servants' rooms were, to look for her, though she knew that her mother
did not like her to do so.
"Nelson, Nelson," she cried.
Nelson's head was poked out of her room.
"What is it, Miss Rosy? It's not your bed-time yet."
"No, but I want to look at my dress again. You promised I should."
"Well, just wait five minutes. I'm just finishing a letter that one of
the men's going to post for me. I'll come to your room, Miss Rosy, and
bring a light. It's getting too dark to see."
"Be quick then," said Rosy, imperiously.
She went back to her room, but soon got tired of waiting there. She
did not want to go to the nursery, for Bee was there, and would begin
asking her what she was doing.
"I'll go to mamma's room," she said to herself, "and just look about
to see where she has put the frocks. I'm _almost_ sure she'll
have hung them up in her little wardrobe, where she keeps new things
often.
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