So Rosalie went to bed much sat on by the frog, but maybe profiting, as most of us do, from a little compression and criticism.
Next day everything was sloppy, wet, and dismal. Rain began to fall in the afternoon, and going out, no matter of pleasure on such a day, was not indulged in.
Tea had just been brought in, and Rosalie and Miss Crokerly were preparing to enjoy it alone, when visitors were announced. They were Mr. Barringcourt and the Golden Priest Alphonso.
“I came to return the umbrella, Miss Crokerly, and met the Golden Priest on my way.”
“Then you will have tea,” said she. “On a wet day you are doubly welcome. No one else has ventured out.”
“We are fortunate. Miss Paleaf, allow me to introduce my friend, Golden Priest Alphonso, to you.”
And Rosalie, having a severe and cold critic perched upon her shoulder, rose very gracefully and bowed.
“It must have been very important business that brought you out on such a day,” said she to him, as they sat down, with charming sympathy.
“Well, I was out begging, and a beggar cannot choose his weather. I was going in search of Mr. Barringcourt for a subscription for a new decorative curtain for the temple.”
“In place of the old red one?”