Yes, little Rose, I don't want her to be popular any more than you do.
I think it's a very unhealthy sign of any place to have all the girls
sighing and groaning about one or two-- dying to possess their
autographs, and kissing their photographs, and framing them, and
putting them up in their rooms. I hate that mawkish kind of nonsense,"
continued Miss Day, looking very virtuous, "and I think Miss Heath
ought to know about it, and put a stop to it. I do, really."
Rosalind was glad that the gathering darkness prevented her sharp
companion from seeing the blush on her face, for among her own sacred
possessions she kept an autograph letter of Maggie's, and she had
passionately kissed Maggie's beautiful face as it looked at her out of
a photograph, and, until the moment when all her feelings had
undergone such a change, was secretly saving up her pence to buy a
frame for it. Now she inquired eagerly:
"What is the mystery about Miss Oliphant? So many people hint about
it, I do wish you would tell me, Annie."
"If I told you, pet, it would cease to be a mystery."
"But you might say what you know. Do, Annie!"
"Oh, it isn't much-- it's really nothing; and yet-- and yet--"
"You know it isn't nothing, Annie!"
"Well, when Annabel died, people said that Maggie had more cause than
any one else to be sorry.
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