Chapter 13 The waiting

The quiet night had passed without any hauntings and heavy paces in the corridors and once more a sunny bright day came. There were still more mysteries to solve but Rosie decided not to do anything till the results about the ale flowers came. So she should think for some other occupations. The first thing she did was to look out of the window and see a very picturesque view. It was so picturesque full of contrasts and colours that she made up her mind to paint it. After meals she started realizing her project. A brush in her tiny fingers really became a magic wand. In some hours a blank album sheet became a piece of some wonder. The picture was painted with watercolours and yet it came out to be as bright and rich just as oil. This landscape indeed incarnated the hum and inconstancy of the sea, the piece of pale sunlit shore stones, which seemed to be both imperturbable and helpless before the element of water, the green gayness of the grass from another side... Also near the house