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Chapter 8 69While the young Bhaers were having serious experiences at home, Josie was enjoying herself immensely atRocky Nook; for the Laurences knew how to make summer idleness both charming and wholesome. Bess wasvery fond of her little cousin; Mrs Amy felt that whether her niece was an actress or not she must be agentlewoman, and gave her the social training which marks the well-bred woman everywhere; while UncleLaurie was never happier than when rowing, riding, playing, or lounging with two gay girls beside him. Josiebloomed like a wild flower in this free life, Bess grew rosy, brisk, and merry, and both were great favouriteswith the neighbours, whose villas were by the shore or perched on the cliffs along the pretty bay.One crumpled rose-leaf disturbed Josie's peace, one baffled wish filled her with a longing which became amania, and kept her as restless and watchful as a detective with a case to 'work up'. Miss Cameron, the greatactress, had hired one of the villas and retired thither to rest and 'create' a new part for next season. She saw noone but a friend or two, had a private beach, and was invisible except during her daily drive, or when theopera-glasses of curious gazers were fixed on a blue figure disporting itself in the sea. The Laurences knewher, but respected her privacy, and after a call left her in peace till she expressed a wish for society--a courtesywhich she remembered and repaid later, as we shall see.But Josie was like a thirsty fly buzzing about a sealed honey-pot, for this nearness to her idol was bothdelightful and maddening. She pined to see, hear, talk with, and study this great and happy woman who couldthrill thousands by her art, and win friends by her virtue, benevolence, and beauty. This was the sort of actressthe girl meant to be, and few could object if the gift was really hers; for the stage needs just such women topurify and elevate the profession which should teach as well as amuse. If kindly Miss Cameron had knownwhat passionate love and longing burned in the bosom of the little girl whom she idly observed skipping overthe rocks, splashing about the beach, or galloping past her gate on a Shetland pony, she would have made herhappy by a look or a word. But being tired with her winter's work and busy with her new part, the lady tookno more notice of this young neighbour than of the sea-gulls in the bay or the daisies dancing in the fields.Nosegays left on her doorstep, serenades under her garden-wall, and the fixed stare of admiring eyes weresuch familiar things that she scarcely minded them; and Josie grew desperate when all her little attemptsfailed.'I might climb that pine-tree and tumble off on her piazza roof, or get Sheltie to throw me just at her gate andbe taken in fainting. It's no use to try to drown myself when she is bathing. I can't sink, and she'd only send aman to pull me out. What can I do? I will see her and tell her my hopes and make her say I can act some day.Mamma would believe her; and if--oh, if she only would let me study with her, what perfect joy that wouldbe!'Josie made these remarks one afternoon as she and Bess prepared for a swim, a fishing party having preventedtheir morning bathe.'You must bide your time, dear, and not be so impatient. Papa promised to give you a chance before theseason is over, and he always manages things nicely. That will be better than any queer prank of yours,'answered Bess, tying her pretty hair in a white net to match her suit, while Josie made a little lobster of herselfin scarlet.'I hate to wait; but I suppose I must. Hope she will bathe this afternoon, though it is low tide. She told Uncleshe should have to go in then because in the morning people stared so and went on her beach. Come and havea good dive from the big rock. No one round but nurses and babies, so we can romp and splash as much as welike.'Away they went to have a fine time; for the little bay was free from other bathers, and the babies greatlyadmired their aquatic gymnastics, both being expert swimmers.As they sat dripping on the big rock Josie suddenly gave a clutch that nearly sent Bess overboard, as she cried