The Girl Scouts at Home; or, Rosanna's Beautiful Day

e girl. When I tell you more about her, you

h wide porches in the front and on either side. On the right of the house was a wonderful garden. It covered half a square, and was surrounded by a high stone wall. No one could l

nto the garden, and on that side not another door or window either upstairs or down. The upstairs part was a really lovely little apartment for the chauffeur to live in, but all the windows had been put on the side or in front beca

oop to get in and their heads almost scraped the ceilings. The furniture all fitted Rosanna too, even to the tiny piano. This was Rosanna's playhouse.

sanna was such a poor little gi

e stable. It was a stable-a really truly stable built to fit Rosanna's tiny pony. He h

tell you about that some other time. Rosanna disliked it very much: a school

hey are now. And such stacks of them! There was a whole dresser full

a severe lady in spectacles who ought never to have tried to smile because it made her face look crac

egin to

, and Rosanna lived with her grandmother, who was a very proud and important lady indeed. There was a young uncle who might have been good friends with Rosanna and made things easier but she scarcely knew him. He had been away to c

ish family pride to see that Rosanna was getting queer and vain and overbearing. Every day they took a drive together, usually through the parks or out the river road. Mrs. Horton did not like to drive down town. She did not like the people who filled the streets. She said th

e never any people in them, and if any one sent her a book at Christmas about some poor little girl who wore a pinafore and helped her mother and lived i

e things soon enough," sa

of the beautiful garden, Rosanna would get tired reading and she w

e shocked her grandmother by sayi

s. Horton, stari

ling her grandmother. "It is very good of him, only his nose

n. "And if you are looking at pictures in the

house boy came hurrying across t

her to send Miss Rosanna a volume o

noon at least kept her young eyes away from the clouds. And

day and all day her life slipped on in its d

looks as high as the sky. And the garden, as I have told you before, was

rch when the automobile rolled up. She ran toward it but drew back at the sight of a strange chauffeur. He touched his cap and said "Goo

Albert?"

re now," said the ma

ur name?" s

the new chauffeur.

creased his jaw, but it did not spoil his friendly, keen face. But chauffeurs usually did not ask her name. There

osanna," she

was amused. So she went on speaking. "I will get in

e she could place her foot on the step, he sw

stunned to say more than "Thank you!" as the door opened and her

e new man and gave an or

er corner and took out a list which she commenced to check off wit

circled everywhere and shouted to each other. They made a short cut through one of the poor sections of the city. Here it was the same: children everywhere, all having

ome, her pony and her playhouse, her lovely garden, and he

not have a s