you too," she went on. "You must wait with me here for more news, and be as still as a mouse."
"Dear Mrs. Beever," the girl protested, "I never made a noise in all my life!"
"You will some day—you're so clever," Mrs. Beever said.
"I'm clever enough to be quiet." Then Rose added, less gaily: "I'm the one thing of her own that dear Julia has ever had."
Mrs. Beever raised her eyebrows. "Don't you count her husband?"
"I count Tony immensely; but in another way."
Again Mrs. Beever considered: she might have been wondering in what way even so expert a young person as this could count Anthony Bream except as a treasure to his wife. But what she presently articulated was: "Do you call him 'Tony' to himself?"
Miss Armiger met her question this time promptly. "He has asked me to—and to do it even to Julia. Don't be afraid!" she exclaimed; "I know my place and I shan't go too far. Of course he's everything to her now," she continued, "and the child is already almost as much; but what I mean is that if he counts
