Beata's uncle left that evening, but before he went away he had the
pleasure of seeing his little niece quite herself again.

"That's right," he said, as he bade her good-bye, "I don't know what
came over you this afternoon."

Beata did not say anything, but she just kissed her uncle, and
whispered, "Give my love to dear grandmother, and tell her I am going
to try to be very good."




CHAPTER IV.

UPS AND DOWNS.


"Mary, Mary, quite contrary."--NURSERY RHYME.

That night when Bee was in her little bed, though not yet asleep, for
the strangeness of everything, and all she had to think over of what
had happened in the day, had kept her awake longer than usual, she
heard some one softly open the door and look in.

"Are you awake still, dear?" said a voice which Bee knew in a moment
was that of Rosy's mother.

"Yes, oh yes. I'm quite awake. I'm not a bit sleepy," Beata answered.