"Rosy?"
"Our youngest; she's eighteen."
"Is she out?"
"Not quite; but I expect she's on the way."
"Is she pretty?"
"Yes," replied the just Jane. "Yes, Rosy is quite pretty. She's dark. She would look lovely in yellow tulle—with a red rose somewhere."
"Is she clever?"
"H'm," said Jane, thoughtfully, "I suppose so. She's beginning to understand how to get what she wants, anyway."
"And just the least bit selfish and inconsiderate?" insinuated Mrs.
Bates, shrewdly.
"Y—yes, I'm afraid so."