Rosamond, in her pink dress, with her flushed face and short golden curls, looked as pretty as the flower after which she had been named.
“Don’t give up, Rosie,” Bob Angel called. “Seems to me I see a glint of gold there in the frosting.”
Eagerly Rosamond broke the cake where the glint was, and out fell a wedding ring.
“Congratulations!” cried Adele. “Rosie is to be our first bride.”
When each future had been prophesied and the boys and girls had eaten their ice-cream and cake, the merry party returned to the library, and soon after, as the hour was late, they took their departure.
When they were gone Adele nestled in her mother’s arms, as she said softly, “Mumsie, this has been the happiest day of my life.”
“That is because you have given others so much happiness,” her mother replied.
CHAPTER NINE
THE MOTHER GOOSE PLAY-HOUSE
There’s many a high-chair put away
For the baby that came, but could not stay.
There’s many a mother-heart yearning still,
And arms that a motherless babe might fill.
There’s many a home that’s sad and drear,
That a prattling child might bless and cheer.
It was Sunday, the day after the eventful Saturday which would be so long remembered by the Sunny Seven, as well as by the twelve orphans who had been made so happy.