“What did I do?” he asked. “What did I do? Well, I made her promise to marry me; that’s what I did! Pretty smart uncle, hey, Rosanna?”
CHAPTER XIII
Rosanna sank feebly down on the hall bench, and to her own surprise and Uncle Robert’s dismay burst into tears.
“Well, who next?” said Uncle Robert. “Mrs. Harter crying in the sink, and you weeping all over our nice hall. Oh dear, what a wet, wet world!”
“Oh, don’t mind me,” said Rosanna, choking back her sobs. “I am perfectly happy, only everything turns out so differently from everything else!”
“I suppose you are right,” granted Uncle Robert. “You must be if you know what you mean.”
“I am not sure what I mean,” said Rosanna, “but I am so glad, glad, glad that you are going to marry that dear darling Miss Hooker instead of that high nosed madam!”
“What are you talking about?” demanded Robert. “High nosed? Who is she?”