"Miss Hooker to see you, Miss Rosanna," said Minnie with her queer smile.
High heels clicked on the hardwood floor, and Miss Marjorie Hooker came in. Uncle Robert suddenly grasped the back of a chair as though he was afraid of falling down. Rosanna sat straight up in bed and stared with round eyes. Miss Marjorie Hooker clicked across the big room and almost shyly took Rosanna's hand.
"How do you do?" she said in a silvery, small voice that fitted her tiny self to perfection. "It is so good of you to see me!"
"W-w-won't you sit down?" asked Rosanna feebly.
Miss Hooker looked at Uncle Robert.
"This is my Uncle Robert Horton," said Rosanna prettily.
Miss Hooker bowed and smiled, showing two fairy dimples. "I thought perhaps you were the doctor," she tinkled. She sat down in the nearest chair. It was ten times too big for her, but by sitting well toward the edge, her little feet nearly touched the floor. Rosanna kept staring. Uncle Robert seemed to grow very brave. He commenced to talk to the mite and managed to treat her like a really grown-up person. Rosanna was proud of him. But was it possible that this little lady, the smallest grown person she had ever known, was really the Captain of the Girl Scouts?
"So you are going to be a Girl Scout?" said Miss Hooker, turning her dimples on Rosanna.
"I want to be," said Rosanna. "Do you think they will accept me?"
"I know they will be delighted to take you in; but you know that you have certain things to learn and certain preparations to make before you become a regular member."