"So, Rosy, you have brought me two more roses."
"But my roses don't smell, mamma," said Rosy, laughing and patting her
own fat cheeks, as she always did when mamma said that. Then she made
haste to scramble up on to her little chair, and pull her nice basin of
bread and milk close to her. She looked at her papa after she had said
her little grace, and said,--
"I didn't forget, papa."
Then she began to eat away as if she liked it very much; and when she
had eaten a little, her mamma said,--
"Look here, Rosy."
And Rosy turned round and saw a whole spoonful of egg waiting for her to
eat it. Mamma was holding it for her; and it looked so yellow and so
delicious!
Rosy opened her mouth, but she did not take it all in at once. It was
too good for that, and she thought it better to make it last a little.
But some of the yellow would stick on Rosy's lips; so mamma wiped it
off, and then Rosy put her arms round her neck and kissed her, and
said,--
"So nice, dear mamma."