"Why, grandmother, when did you get home?" said Rosanna with a smile, lifting her face to be kissed.
Her grandmother did not bend down. Instead she stood very stiff and straight, looking at Rosanna with hard, cold, angry eyes that cut her like swords.
"Go to your room!" said Mrs. Horton in a dreadful voice.
CHAPTER XIV
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?