“Thank you ever and ever so much!” said Rosanna. “We won’t tell anyone a thing about it!”
“Can you drive over to Gwenny’s tomorrow and tell her mother that a doctor friend of mine is coming to see her?” asked Uncle Robert.
“Indeed I can if grandmother is willing!” said Rosanna. “Oh, I do feel as though we will think up some way of earning the money!”
Rosanna was so happy that she overslept next morning and was nearly late getting to school, so she did not see Helen until they were dismissed. They walked slowly home and sat down on their favorite place on the top step. They had been sitting quietly, watching a group of children playing in the leaves, when Rosanna jumped to her feet and commenced to dance up and down.
“Oh, Helen, Helen,” she cried. “I believe I have it! I believe I have it! Oh, I am so excited!”
“Well, do tell me!” exclaimed Helen.
“That is just what I am going to do,” said Rosanna, still dancing. “Let’s go around in the garden and sit in the rose arbor where no one will disturb us.”
“That is the thing to do,” agreed Helen, and together they went skipping through the iron gateway that led into the lovely old garden. Once upon a time that gate had been kept locked and little Rosanna had been almost a prisoner among the flowers and trees that made the garden so lovely. But now the gate swung on well-oiled hinges and all the little Girl Scouts were welcome to come and play with Rosanna in her playhouse or ride her fat little pony around the gravelled paths.
The children banged the gate shut behind them and went to the most sheltered spot in the garden, the rose arbor, where they were hidden from view. They threw their school books on the rustic table and settled themselves in two big chairs.
“Now do go on,” said Helen with a little thrill in her voice. “Oh, I do feel that you have thought up something splendid!”