Rosanna turned pale, but she looked steadily into her grandmother’s cold eyes.

“I have done nothing wrong, grandmother,” she said. “I ”

“Go to your room!” repeated Mrs. Horton, pointing to the stairs. “I will attend to you later.”

Rosanna slowly climbed the broad staircase, clinging to the handrail and dragging her feet like a very tired old woman instead of a dear little happy girl. She felt herself trembling. Over and over she thought of what she had just said to Helen of her grandmother: “I am sure she means to be kind.” Yet here, without a word of explanation, she was ordered to her room without a single greeting, as though she had indeed done something very naughty. Reaching her room, she sat down on the side of her bed and tried to think it out. What had she done? Where was Minnie?

Minnie: where was she? Minnie could tell her what had come to pass to make her grandmother so angry. She walked unsteadily over to the table and pressed the electric button by which she always summoned Minnie when she needed her.

Almost at once the door opened; but it was not Minnie. Mrs. Horton came in and closed the door.

“What do you want?” she asked harshly.

“I rang for Minnie,” said Rosanna in a low voice.

“You can get to bed as best you can,” said Mrs. Horton. “Minnie will not be allowed to see you. Minnie has been discharged. She is untrustworthy, and I would have sent her packing to-night, but she insisted on her right to stay under this roof until morning. So she is in her room where I have ordered her to remain.”

“Can’t I see her again ever, grandmother?” asked Rosanna, with trembling lips.

“Certainly not!” said Mrs. Horton. “You are a bad, ungrateful child. Get to bed as best you can! I cannot trust myself to talk to you to-night. Tomorrow I will tell you what I think of the way you have acted in my absence.”

“I have not been naughty,” said Rosanna. “I did just as you told me I could do. I saved your letter so I could show you if you said anything about it. Oh, grandmother, please, I have not been naughty! I have been so happy.”

“Happy!” sneered Mrs. Horton. “Happy! There is a low streak in you. To think of the way you have been acting I will see you to-morrow after I have seen Mrs. Hargrave, and when I can control myself.”

She swept from the room without saying good-night, and Rosanna remained seated on the bed, her head whirling, her mouth dry and quivering.

Rosanna did not try to undress. Warm as it was, she was chilled to the bone. What would happen to Helen? And of course Mr. Culver would have to go. An hour went by, and another. She heard her grandmother coming up the stairs. Quick as thought she pressed the button and the room was pitch dark. Her grandmother approached her door, opened it a crack and listened. Hearing nothing, seeing nothing, she closed it and went on to her own room.

Rosanna breathed freely again, and turned on the light. An overpowering desire to see Minnie swept over her. She must see Minnie, must comfort her and be comforted. She felt that she would go mad if she had to spend the night alone. She looked at the little gold clock on her table. It was eleven o’clock.

She slipped off her shoes, and noticed for the first time that she was still wearing her coat and hat. She tossed them aside, once more put out the light, and tiptoed toward the door. She was going to Minnie.

With the greatest care she turned the knob and opened the door a crack. She opened the door wide and stepped into the blackness of the hall.

Something soft and warm and human collided with her. Hands clutched her, and a well-known voice whispered, “Dearie!”

After the first moment of fright, Rosanna felt herself go limp. She clung fast.

“Oh, Minnie, Minnie!” she choked.

“Hush!” whispered Minnie. She drew Rosanna into her own room, closed the door, and switched on the light.

“Oh, my precious lamb!” she said. “What did she do to you? Oh, why didn’t I come sooner? You look fit to die. Come, dearie, and let your Minnie do for you to-night.”

She took Rosanna on her lap and tenderly undressed her. Then she folded a warm kimono around the shivering, nervous child and, sitting down in a deep chair, took her on her lap and held her tight.

Rosanna stiffened and sat up. “Suppose she comes in?” she said.

“No danger!” said Minnie. “I turned the key.” She laughed. “If she wants to see you again she will have to wait until to-morrow, no matter what. I don’t intend to see that look on your pretty dear face much longer. Now tell your Minnie just what happened.”

“I don’t seem to be able to remember much about it,” said the tired and frightened child; “only when I came home, and oh, Minnie, we did have such a good time! there was grandmother at the door instead of you. And she seems to think that I have done something that has disgraced her, and she won’t tell me anything at all until to-morrow, only she told me to come to my room and go to bed if I could get to bed without you and she said you were untrustworthy and and that she had sent you to your room to stay until to-morrow, and then she is going to make you go, and oh, Minnie, Minnie, what shall I ever do without you?”

“There, there! Minnie will find some way of staying near you if she has to wear a wig and make believe she is somebody else entirely.”

“What have I done?” asked Rosanna. “Was it all because we went to Fontaine Ferry? Mrs. Hargrave said I might go.”

“A little of it is that,” said Minnie, “but the worst of her madness is because you have been playing with a little girl clean out of your own class, as she puts it, and she blames everybody. Everybody that she can discharge has got to go and I guess that will be about everybody but you.”

“Then I might as well die,” said Rosanna. “I can’t go back and live the way I used to live. You know I can’t do it, Minnie. I can’t; I just can’t! Oh, Minnie, it seems as though I had only been happy for three weeks in all my life, and what shall I do? I do love Helen, and she is just as nice as I am, and so are her mother and father. Oh, don’t you suppose Uncle Robert can fix it?”

“He didn’t come home with her,” said Minnie. “When he does the mischief will be done. It is just her sinful pride, if I do say it about your grandmother, and sure as sure there will come a day and that soon, when her pride will have a fall. I only wish I could run away with you, dearie. But you will have to be brave, and I will see you as soon as ever I can. You know my telephone number, and if she ever goes out you just call me up.”

“I don’t feel brave,” whispered Rosanna, hiding her face on Minnie’s shoulder. “I don’t see how I will ever bear to stay alone all night.”

“That you needn’t if you would like your Minnie,” said she. “Just you get into your bed and be quiet, and I will be back in a minute.” She tucked Rosanna between the sheets, and hurried away as silent as a shadow.

In a few minutes she returned, ready for the night. She drew a big couch close beside Rosanna’s little bed and lay down.

“There we are!” she said, taking Rosanna’s hand. “Now look here, Rosanna. In the morning when your grandmother talks to you, don’t try to talk back, and whatever you do, don’t be afraid. Just let her talk, and tell her to see Mrs. Hargrave. She has seen me all she ever wants to, I guess, but Mrs. Hargrave is not afraid of anybody. I wish she was here. Now you will remember what I say, won’t you, dear? Don’t be afraid.”

“What will she do to Helen?” asked Rosanna.

“Do to Helen?” said Minnie, sitting up. “Do to Helen? Well, she won’t get within shouting distance of Helen. I guess I have not been shut up in my room all evening so as anyone would notice it. The Culvers are all prepared, and Helen won’t know anything about it until long after it is all over.”

“That is good,” sighed Rosanna. “I can’t bear to have Helen unhappy as I am. It does seem as though I have to be unhappy such a lot, don’t you think so, Minnie?”

Minnie leaned over and kissed her.

“Poor child!” she said softly. “Never you mind! I have a feeling that there is something good coming out of this. I don’t know what, but you must bear whatever your grandmother says to you with that thought in mind, and remember what I say.”

“I will try,” promised Rosanna, and then because she was exhausted with the shock of the evening after the tiresome but glorious day Rosanna, clasping Minnie’s hand tight, went to sleep immediately.

When she awoke next day it was very late, and the sun was shining through the flowered chintz curtains. She felt something queer and crackly in the bed by her foot, and threw back the covers. There was a letter tied to her ankle by a piece of ribbon. Rosanna could not help laughing, it was such a funny place to put a letter.

“Dearie,” it read, “we slept like tops both of us, and now I must get out of here before your grandmother wakes up. I am going to tie this to your ankle because that is the only place she would never think to look if she should come in while you are still asleep, and go to looking through things, though the saints know there is nothing she is not welcome to see as we have every button on, and not a rip anywhere.

“I take this pencil in hand to tell you that I stayed all night and held your hand. At any rate you were holding mine when I woke up not long ago.

“Now I am going to leave right off, as I do not care to eat again under this roof, things being as they are. I don’t know about your going down to breakfast. If you wake late enough, she will be over at Mrs. Hargrave’s and you could have your breakfast up here. Just ring the bell three times. I will fix it with Hannah to bring you a tray as soon as ever you call.

“Don’t forget what I told you last night about being afraid. There is nothing for you to be afraid of, and you can do for yourself now just as nicely as though you were a grown-up young lady. And don’t forget that just as soon as your Minnie is married you can come to see me just as often as you please, and I don’t think it will hurt you to come and see your own nursemaid in her own little house which is already being paid for in instalments, and you can cook candy in my kitchen which is to be blue and white in honor of the playhouse, and we will feel honored to have you, and no one to object whatever you do.

“I must go now. Oh, dear, I’ll worry every second: but don’t you fret one mite, Rosanna dear, as there is nothing at all to worry about.

“Your Minnie.”

Her kind, good Minnie! There was one who loved her anyway. And she knew Helen loved her.

She determined to be brave. When she thought everything over, she could not feel that she had done anything wrong in the least. But when her grandmother talked to her, she always felt guilty of everything that her grandmother wanted her to feel guilty about. She dreaded seeing Mrs. Horton. There was a knock on the door and there was her breakfast, the best that cook could send up.

Rosanna was very hungry, and there was nothing left but plates and cups and saucers when she finished and pressed the bell button. Hannah hurried up and took the tray.

“We think you had better not say anything about this until you see what your grandmother is going to do,” said Hannah and hurried off while Rosanna settled herself to wait.

Presently the door opened. Mrs. Horton, more pale and angry than ever, came in. She was carrying a plate. There was a glass of water and a slice of bread on it. She set it down hard on the table.