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

hey left the car Mrs. Horton enquired,

rtable, thank yo

ied?" Mrs. Ho

replied

child

id Culver, glancing a

n remarked, "Of course, Rosanna, you will make no effort whatever to meet the child living over the garage. Unless you make the oppor

did no

id her grandm

ther," sighed

n wandered out into the garden and commenced to wonder about the child over the garage. How old was she? What was she like? Rosanna wished she could see her. There was a rustic sea

ing there for hours when she fancied

tly still, staring

a strangely sweet, gentle voice and seemed to come f

h. "Look in the tree,"

open, eyes popp

in a friendly fashion over Rosanna's garden. High up something blue fluttered among the

l in the tree

vely, lovely house and this is your garden. Is that your playhouse over there? And oh, is there an honest-for-trul

?" said Rosanna. She was

he is going to fix a little platform up here. There is a splendid place for it. Then I can study up here where it is all cool

osanna. "Have you br

zens and dozens of little girls to play with. How happy you must make everybody with your lovely garden and things! My mother says that is what things are for: to share with people. She says it is just like having two big red apples. If you eat them b

t know any little girls. My

rl in the tree in a shocked

peak bad grammar and use sla

. I should think it would be nice to have you teach them good grammar if you know it, and not to use slang, and all that. She must think you are soft! My mother says if you are made of putty, you will get dented all over a

akable longing for the lost young mother swe

hild in her heart, it grows so big that it can hold and love all the children in the world. You borrow her any time you need her, Rosanna!" Then feeling that perhaps the conversation ought to take a livelier stra

y so we would not see the people

I live there now. We came two days ago, and my name is He

we would!" s

. I think it is practice time. I will see you after lunch

as full of Helen as she sat doing finger exercises and scales. How lovely and clean and bright she looked with her big, blue eyes and blond docked hair! H

sanna had had an awful thought. The same thought had really been there all the time, but her heart was making such a happy noise that she wouldn't let herself hear it. Now, however, it made such a racket she just had to listen. Over and

knew the answer