“I think it is someone Minnie made up,” said Rosanna. “She said what a shame if she married you.”
“Well, she didn’t and won’t,” declared Uncle Robert with conviction. “And as far as nose goes, my girl has only enough nose so that one knows it is a nose. Get that, Rosanna?”
Rosanna giggled. “Have you told grandmother?” she asked.
Uncle Robert looked suddenly sobered.
“No, I didn’t, and I should have done so first and I meant to, and it is all your fault, Rosanna.”
“How so?” asked Rosanna in surprise.
“Well, if it hadn’t been for you I would never have been traipsing over the country on errands for the Girl Scouts and you wouldn’t have been waiting for me in the hall, and I wouldn’t have been so fussed at seeing you that I would forget to tell my mamma first. And she won’t like it unless she gets told right quick,” added Uncle Robert, getting up. Rosanna wiped her eyes, whereupon Uncle Robert sang:
“There, little girlie, don’t you cry,
We’ll have a wedding by and by,”