are! I shall love you very much."




CHAPTER III.

TEARS.


"'Twere most ungrateful."--V. S. LAKDOH.

Beata was not pretty. That was the first thing Rosy decided about her.
She was small, and rather brown and thin. She had dark hair, certainly
like Lady Albertine's in colour, but instead of splendid curls it was
cut quite short--as short almost as Colin's--and her eyes were neither
very large nor very blue. They were nice gray eyes, that could look
sad, but generally looked merry, and about the rest of her face there
was nothing very particular.

Rosy looked at her for a moment or two, and she looked at Rosy. Then
at last Rosy said,

"Will you come into the drawing-room?" for she saw that her mother and
Beata's uncle were already on their way there.

"Thank you," said Beata, and then they quietly followed the big
people. Rosy's father was not at home, but he would be back soon, her
mother was telling the gray-haired gentleman, and then she went on to
ask him how "they" had got off, if it had been comfortably, and so on.