“There is room for you; sit down, for I want to speak seriously to you.”
“Yes, mamma; what is it?”
“Turn a little round, and let me see your face.”
Rose complied; and began to feel a little uneasy.
“Perhaps you can guess what I am going to say to you?”
“I have no idea.”
“Well, I am going to put a question to you.”
“With all my heart, dear mamma.”
“I invite you to explain to me the most singular, the most unaccountable thing that ever fell under my notice. Will you do this for your mother?”
“O mamma! of course I will do anything to please you that I can; but, indeed, I don’t know what you mean.”