Rose 4: Rose And the Silver Ghost
“‘Give me the mirror, child,’ she half-whispered. ‘Please.’ Rose scrambled out from underneath Bella, and picked up the mirror, which she had dropped amongst the pillows. Shyly she padded across the rug and handed it to Miss Fell.
The old lady caught her wrist as she came close, pulling her gently towards her. ‘Sit with me,’ she begged, and Rose subsided onto the arm of the chair like a cloth doll. Miss Fell had the sort of voice that made one want to obey.
‘I have to apologise.’ Miss Fell still held Rose’s hand, and she patted it gently as she spoke. Rose nodded politely, unsure how to answer. She could see Bella and Freddie edging towards the side of Bella’s bed, wanting to be closer, to hear what was about to happen. Even Gus came crawling out from under the trailing bedclothes, his whiskers drooping. He sat at Miss Fell’s feet, washing furiously.
‘How much have you worked out?’ Miss Fell looked up at Rose, her dark eyes gentler than Rose had ever seen them.
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