"Yes, dear; but, when I think how much worse they might have been, I
dare not complain," Rosy's mother replied.
Bee did not go to church that day. Her headache was not very bad, but
it did not seem to get well, and it was still rather bad when she woke
the next morning.
And that next morning brought back to all their minds what, for the
moment, had been almost forgotten--that it was within three days of
the fete at Summerlands!--for there came a note from Lady Esther,
giving some particulars about the hour she hoped they would all come,
and rejoicing in the promise of fine weather for the children's treat.
Rosy's mother read the note aloud. Then she looked at Aunt Edith, and
looked at the little girls. They were all together when the letter
came.
"What is to be done?" said Miss Vincent; "I had really forgotten the
f?te was to be on Wednesday. Is it impossible to have a new dress made
in time?"
"Quite impossible," said Mrs. Vincent, "Rosy must cheerfully, or at
least patiently, bear what she has brought on herself, and be, as I am
sure she is, very thankful that it was no worse."
Rosy glanced up quickly. She seemed as if she were going to say
something, and the look in her face was quite gentle.
"I--I--I _will_ try to be good, mamma," she broke out at last.
"And I know I might have been burnt to death if it hadn't been for
Bee.
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