BY
MRS. MOLESWORTH
AUTHOR OF 'CARROTS,' 'CUCKOO CLOCK,' 'TELL ME A STORY.'
ILLUSTRATED BY WALTER CRANE
[Illustration: MANCHON]
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I. ROSY, COLIN, AND FELIX
CHAPTER II. BEATA
CHAPTER III. TEARS
CHAPTER IV. UPS AND DOWNS
CHAPTER V. ROSY THINKS THINGS OVER
CHAPTER VI. A STRIKE IN THE SCHOOLROOM
CHAPTER VII. MR. FURNITURE'S PRESENT
CHAPTER VIII. HARD TO BEAR
CHAPTER IX. THE HOLE IN THE FLOOR
CHAPTER X. STINGS FOR BEE
CHAPTER XI. A PARCEL AND A FRIGHT
CHAPTER XII. GOOD OUT OF EVIL
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
MANCHON
"BEATA, DEAR, THIS IS MY ROSY," SHE SAID
ROSY AND MANCHON
"WHAT IS ZE MATTER WIF YOU, BEE?" HE SAID
"DID YOU EVER SEE ANYTHING SO PRETTY, BEE?" ROSY REPEATED
"WHAT IS THERE DOWN THERE, DOES YOU FINK?" SAID FIXIE
BY STRETCHING A GOOD DEAL SHE THOUGHT SHE COULD REACH THEM
"IT'S A ROSE FROM ROSY"
"The highest not more
Than the height of a counsellor's bag."
—WORDSWORTH.
Rosy stood at the window. She drummed on the panes with her little fatfingers in a fidgety cross way; she pouted out her nice little mouthtill it looked quite unlike itself; she frowned down with her eyebrowsover her two bright eyes, making them seem like two small windows in ahouse with very overhanging roofs; and last of all, she stamped on thefloor with first her right foot and then with her left. But it was allto no purpose, and this made Rosy still more vexed.
"Mamma," she said at last, for really it was too bad—wasn't it?—whenshe had given herself such a lot of trouble to show how vexed she was,that no one should take any notice. "Mamma" she repeated.
But still no one answered, and obliged at last to turn round, for herpatience was at an end, Rosy saw that there was no one in the room.Mamma had gone away! That was a great shame—really a greatshame. Rosy was offended, and she wanted mamma to see how offended shewas, and mamma chose just that moment to leave the room. Rosy lookedround—there was no good going on pouting and frowning and drummingand stamping to make mamma notice her if mamma wasn't there, and allthat sort of going on caused Rosy a good deal of trouble. So she leftoff. But she wanted to quarrel with somebody. In fact, she felt thatshe must quarrel with somebody. She looked round again. Theonly "somebody" to be seen was mamma's big, big Persian cat,whose name was "Manchon" (why, Rosy did not know; she thoughtit a very stupid name), of whom, to tell the truth, Rosy was ratherafraid. For Manchon could look very grand and terrible when he rearedup his back, and swept about his magnificent tail; and though he hadnever been known to hurt anybody, and mamma said he was the gentlest