"Yes, dear," said her mother. "If it makes you feel like that, it
_will_ be a talisman."

And feeling remarkably pleased with herself and everybody else, Rosy
ran off.

Mr. Furnivale left the next day, but not without promises of another
visit before very long.

"When Cecy will come with you," said Mrs. Vincent.

"And give her my bestest love," said Fixie.

"Yes, indeed, my little man," said Mr. Furnivale, "and I'll tell her
too that she would scarcely know you again--so fat and rosy!"

"And my love, please," said Beata, "I would _so_ like to see her
again."

"And mine," added Rosy. "And please tell her how _dreadfully_
pleased I am with the beads."

And then the kind old gentleman drove away.

For some time after this it really seemed as if Rosy's mother's half
fanciful idea was coming true. There was such a great improvement in
Rosy--she seemed so much happier in herself, and to care so much more
about making other people happy too.

"I really think the necklace _is_ a talisman," said Mrs. Vincent,