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

p at the bank with a mighty blast of the horn. Tommy yelled in reply and bolted for it, the others following, loa

e where the children lived, Mary thanked Rosanna and Helen and Minnie and Mr. Culver again and she would have liked to thank the car too, and the hamper

nty times. She stood with Luella and Myron, the baby looped over her arm, and watched the car dis

ite steps of Rosanna's house, the

l day in all my life, Rosanna," she said.

d Rosanna, blushing. "But oh, Helen and Minnie, w

turn out so,

Rosanna and Minnie went

a in her grandmother's stiff, precise handwri

all undressed. Everything is going so beautifully and I am learning such a lot and having

in that letter and you are having a horrid time all the time you are getting ready for bed. You couldn't feel any worse

," said Rosan

to read. The second sentence caused her to cry out. She turned to Minnie, hugged h

randdaught

leads me to believe that you are

, but is run down and nervous from the effects of his wound and many trying experiences abroad. He is fussing because he has lost track of a soldier friend of h

ng your acquaintances one whom you would like to make your friend. I can trust you, Rosanna, to choose wisely. And I am glad to see that Mrs. Hargrave says that this Helen somebody

ends his love. He is

ing gran

ia Lee

ad the let

w Helen is not one of the Culvers of Lee County, but she is just as good and sweet as t

s face. "I can't tell you what to do. You must decide for yourself. It's one of the biggest thin

telephoned, dearie, that she wants you and Helen to take luncheon with her to-morrow." Once more s

and their rules and duties and pleasures, and Rosanna found it hard work not to sit down and read instead of taking her cold bath and dressing herself. Then after breakfast came the hist

ially Helen, who had never been asked to luncheon with a grown-up lady before. Her eyes gre

drove about the city she scorned the modern automobile. She went in the spickest and spannest little carriage drawn by an old, sleek and still frisky roan

manner that made them curtsey their very prettiest and c

heon Mrs. H

rn to college now that

ve me mixed up with some other little girl,

you not Lucius Culver's youngest child?"

said Helen. "I am Joh

hanged the subject politely by asking Rosa

for Mrs. Horton. But some people were different, Helen reflected. Twice Mrs. Hargrave had spoken of Helen being one of the Culvers of Lee County, and Helen wondered if it would make any difference to the fine old lady sitting there in her soft, shimmery silks, with the long string of real pearls about he

the children and showed them some of the

most of the time in street cars, the idea of riding along after the proud gold-harnessed, frisky old horse in the spick-and-span carriage was a treat and an adventure. Making themselves politely small and quiet, sitting on either side of

r, the girls sat in the carriage and pr

came out, they star

ls have visited me without their mothers? And I have had the nicest time I think I ever had.

stopped to look at the rings in the case near the door, but Mrs. Hargrave called them. "I need a notebook an

gold one with a square in the center for initials. Attached by a

rk laid two others exactly like i

sked Mrs. Hargrave, smiling. "I want to give you each one just like this one tha

e's delicate old hand and

rget you. I don't need the notebook, but it is t

lled with tears. "Bless