"Yes," she said, "I think so too. Besides, there are lots of very kind and good people in the world—really kind and good, not pretending a bit. And then, too, mother used to tell me that feeling kind ourselves made others feel kind to us, without their quite knowing how sometimes."
Rosy listened, though she said nothing; but when she kissed Beata in saying good-night, she whispered, "I did go on trying, Bee, and I think it does get a very little easier. But I don't want anybody to know—you remember, don't you?"
"Yes, I won't forget," said Bee. "But if you go on, Rosy, everybody will find out for themselves, without my telling."
And in their different ways both little girls felt very happy as they fell asleep that night.
CHAPTER VI.
A STRIKE IN THE SCHOOLROOM.
"Multiplication's my vexation,
Division is as bad."
Colin went off to school "the day after to-morrow," as he had said. The house seemed very quiet without him, and everybody felt sorry he had gone. The day after he left Miss Pinkerton came back, and the little girls' lessons began.
"How do you like her?" said Rosy to Beata the first morning.