Rosa's Quest - The Way to the Beautiful Land by Anna Potter Wright
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that nice? I'm going to get some beefsteak, and she'll broil it.
"But, mother, she said something about your going away, and didn't know what would become of me. You won't move, will you, without taking me along? I don't know what she could have meant. What did she mean, anyhow? Why do you cry, mother dear?" tremulously inquired the child, rushing impulsively up to the side of the bed. "We'll talk when you come back, darling. Kiss me, my precious"; and the sufferer fell back upon her pillow, coughing violently, and moaning for very agony of spirit. With a heart heavier than the huge package, Rosa sped down the steep stairway, out into the bitter December weather. "Oh," she said, half audibly, "how cold it is! I'm glad I haven't far to go to take the car." Quickly her nimble feet carried her, and in a few minutes she was scrutinizing the faces of her fellow-passengers. Sitting across the aisle from her was a young lady, who to Rosa seemed the embodiment of beauty and elegance. While intently studying the fair face and neat costume, this object of her admiration suddenly crossed the car and sat down by her side. The sweet smile and cordial greeting made the child forget her timidity, and soon the two were conversing most familiarly. "And so you are going to deliver that package over on Lake Avenue, are you?" "Yes'm, and Mis' Gray gave me ten cents fer it, too. I'm going to get |
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