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Rosemary’s Stepmother
by
“Bess!” said Rosemary, unsteadily. She read the telegram, and clung a little limply to the firm hand that held it. “Bess’s baby!” she said dazedly.
“Bess’s darling baby–think of holding it, Aunt Rose!”
Rosemary’s sober eyes flashed joyously.
“Oh, I am–so I am! An aunt! DOESN’T it seem queer?”
“It seems very queer to me,” said Mrs. Bancroft, as they sat down on a wide window-seat to revel in the news, “for I went to see your mother, on just such a morning, when Bess herself was just a day old–it seems only a year ago! Bless us, how old we get! Your mother was younger than I, you know, and I remember that SHE seemed to me mighty young to have a baby! And now here’s her baby’s baby! Your mother was like an exquisite child, Rosey-posy, showing off little Bess. They lived in a little playhouse of a cottage, with blue curtains, and blue china, and a snubnosed little maid in blue! I passed it on my way to school,–I had been teaching for seven years or so, then,–and your mother would call out from the garden and make me come in, and dance about me like a little witch. She wanted me to taste jam, or to hold Teddy, or to see her roses–I used to feel sometimes as if all the sunshine in the world was for Rose! Your father had boarded with my mother for three years before they were married, you know, and I was fighting the bitterest sort of heartache over the fact that I liked him and missed him–not that he ever dreamed it! Perhaps she did, for she was always generous with you babies–loaned you to me, and was as sweet to me as she could be.” Mrs. Bancroft crumpled the telegram, smiled, and sighed. “Well, it all comes back with another baby–all those times when we were young, and gay, and unhappy, and working together. Bess will look back at these days sometime, with the same feeling. There is nothing in life like youth and work, and hard times and good times, when people love each other, Rose.”
Rosemary suddenly leaned over to kiss her. Her eyes were curiously satisfied.
“I see where the fairness comes in–I see it now,” she said dreamily. But even her stepmother did not catch the whisper or its meaning.