Capitolo 42
being as good person to You as if You pits my sister, for it says his/her Aunt Peace
we am really all the sisters. I thought if I adopted Him as much as me
now it would be more beautiful. Will it do me, please?"
To the great surprise of Rose, Phebe sat him on the floor and hid her/it
you face in his/her apron for one minute without answering to a word.
"Oh, dear, now she is offended, and I don't know whether to do,"
thought Rose, very discouraged by this reception of his/her offer.
"Please, you forgive me; I didn't mean to hurt Your feelings and the hope
You won't think--" her the faltered to the moment, feeling that she has to suppress the effect of a change
the damage, if possible.
But Phebe gave her another surprise, allowing to fall the apron and
showing a face all the smiles, despite torn wounds in the eyes as her it put
both the arm round Rose and says, with a laughter and hiccup
"I think that you are the favorite girl in the world, and I will allow her to do
anything that it like with me."
"Does her like the plan then? You didn't cry because I seemed to be
kind of patronising? Me really not understood to be", Rose plants,
him pleased.
"I guess likes me! and he/she cried because nobody was never so good to
me before, and I could not help him/it. As for patronising, you can walk,
on me if you want, and I won't mind", said Phebe, in a burst of
the gratitude, for the words that "we am that sisters" they have gone right from her solitary
heart and it nested there.
"We can now play, well, I am out a good elf of the box, or, that that
a godmother is best down delicate arrival the fireplace, and you are
Cinderella, and it has to say what you want", Rose dictates, trying to put
the question gently.
Phebe understood that, for her it had very natural
refinement, although she came from the poor-house.
"I don't feel as if I now wanted anything, Miss Rose but to find
of the way of thanking her for all you have done", she said, while rubbing
by a torn wound that has gone rolling more anymore down the bridge of his/her nose in the
way of unromantic.
"Because, I have not made anything but have given Him some candy! Here,