“Dick Harriman never gave twenty-five dollars to anything like this in his life,” she said.
“Well, here is his check,” declared her son.
“So that is where the fifty came in,” said Rosanna, finding her voice. She repeated the conversation she had heard. Everybody laughed.
“Poor Dick!” said Mrs. Hargrave. “He doesn’t feel well, and his bark is so bad that I doubt if anyone ever before stopped to see what his bite was like until Rosanna tried. I reckon he is happier tonight than he has been for a long while. He would think it was a great joke, too, to cajole Henry Bristol and Clinton Cosgrove into giving that money. Well, they can afford it many times over, so it will do them all good.”
“Too bad Rick MacLaren isn’t here,” said Uncle Robert. “He has a sick patient on hand, and couldn’t come. I will tell him the first thing in the morning.”
“And these girls must go to bed,” said Mrs. Horton. “Are you going to stay with Rosanna, Helen?”
“I think I will just have to go home and tell mother and father about it if there is any way for me to get there,” replied Helen.
“If Miss Hooker feels like the extra walk, we will take you on our way to her house,” said Uncle Robert eagerly.
“I would love it,” said Miss Hooker obligingly.