“This little black-eyed girl will show me the way, I’m sure.”
There was no resisting the gentle kindness of Agnes, and the confidence of little Rosa was won immediately. Coming out from behind her mother’s chair, she put her hand in that of Agnes, and led her up stairs into a large room, on the second floor, overlooking the beautiful lake.
“What a very pleasant room!” said Agnes. “Is this to be mine?”
“Yes,” answered Rosa, who, having once found her tongue, showed that she could make very rapid use of it when she chose—“and that bed is yours, and that one is for me and Jessie.”
“‘Jessie and me,’ you mean, Rosa, do you not?”
“I’m the oldest,” answered Rosa.
“I know that, Rosa; but recollect, whenever you speak of any one, no matter who, in connection with yourself always to mention the other person first. Will you remember that?”
“Yes, I’ll try,” answered Rosa. She then proceeded to inform Agnes, that her mamma had wished to give her a little room on the other side of the hall, but papa said she should have this room, because it was so pleasant, and he had heard her say that she was so fond of the water.
“That was very kind of your papa,” said Agnes; “and where does Tiney sleep?”
“Oh, Tiney sleeps with Susan, because she has fits, you know.”