Just then the door opened and Rosy came in. She was dressed for going out. She had her best hat and dress on, and she looked very well pleased with herself.
"I'm going out a drive with auntie," she said. "And mamma says you're to be ready to go a walk with her in half an hour."
She was leaving the room, when a sudden feeling made Bee call her back.
"Rosy," she said, "do stay a minute. Rosy, I am so unhappy. I've been thinking if I can't write a letter to ask mother to take me away from here. I would, only it would make her so unhappy."
Rosy looked a little startled.
"Why would you do that?" she said. "I'm sure I've not done anything to you."
"But you don't love me any more," said Bee. "You began to leave off loving me when your aunt and Nelson came,—I know you did,—and then since the necklace was lost it's been worse. What can I do, Rosy, what can I say?"
"You might own that you've lost it—at least that you forgot to put it back," said Rosy.
"But I did put it back. Even Nelson says that," said Bee. "I can't say I didn't when I know I did," she added piteously.
"But Nelson thinks you took it another time, and forgot to put it back. And I think so too," said Rosy. To do her justice, she never, like Nelson, thought that Bee had taken the necklace on purpose. She did not even understand that Nelson thought so.