Jarvey would've fetched her right away with him,
But 'e knows I don't like to 'ave 'im meddle with her now."
"She says her name's Rose," observed the wife of William Sebastian,
taking no care to veil her suspicion.
"'Tis Rose," replied the woman indifferently, passing her hand in
repeated strokes down the child's face as it was pressed to her
shoulder. "The h'other's professional--Fairy Carrie. We started
'igher. I never expected to come down with my child to such a
miserable little combination. But we've 'ad misfortunes. Her father
died coming over. We're English. We 'ad good engagements in the
Provinces, and sometimes played in London. The manager as fetched us
over, failed to keep his promises, and I had no friends 'ere. I had
to do what I could."
An actual resemblance to Carrie appeared in the woman's face. She
wiped tears from, the dark rings under her eyes.
William Sebastian's wife rested her knuckles on the table, still
regarding Carrie's mother with perplexed distrust.
While returning none of the caresses she received, the child lay
quite docile and submissive.
"Well," said Grandma Padgett, still distantly "folks bring up their
children different.
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