"I did nothing without asking her if it would be all right," said Rosanna.
"That seems impossible," said Mrs. Horton.
"It is true," asserted Rosanna.
"Rosanna, be careful what you say!" exclaimed her grandmother angrily.
Remembering what Minnie had advised, Rosanna said nothing.
Her grandmother continued, "I have thought this all over and you know as well as I do what you have done, and how you have offended me, and I see no use in talking about it at all. You will stay here on a diet of bread and water until you are in a different frame of mind. I don't need to have you tell me how you feel, or what you think. A look at your face is quite sufficient. You are stubborn and unrepentant. Perhaps after a week or two spent thinking, you will see things in a different light. You will not be allowed any privileges at all. You will not even have your lessons. When your Uncle Robert comes home, you will not see him unless you have repented enough to be allowed to come down to your meals. Do you understand?"
Something queer and hard and grown-up came into Rosanna's soul. She looked her angry grandmother straight in the eye.
"Grandmother," she said very gently, "I hope you will not say anything that you will be sorry for."
"Don't be impertinent!" said Mrs. Horton.
"I don't mean to be," said Rosanna.