All her life, Rosie had a certain "Girl with a Pearl Earring" look that she'd throw back, particularly when she waited patiently while humans dithered. Unfortunately I'm no Vermeer, or (if wishes could come true) Norman Lindsay. If only Rosie had met Norman!
But back to character. Though Rosie had extraordinary patience, there's a difference between patience and anticipation. She anticipated with stilled quivering joy, even when she worked as waitress, carrying menus from cook to diner and back. She always enjoyed being a messenger, but any work and job responsibility was something she lived for.
Carrying a basket of eggs was almost as pleasurable for her as pointing out where the hens had hidden more eggs in the orchard.
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