“I don’t have to consider it,” said the little Captain. “I have already thought about it, and was worried about Rosanna, but I knew that she could not come to us and leave you all alone here. I am sure Bob will be glad to arrange it as you suggest, for he is very devoted to his mother and to Rosanna as well.”
Mrs. Horton gave a sigh of relief. “I can’t thank you enough, my dearest girl,” she said. “No one wants to make your life as happy as I do, and if there is anything I can ever do for you, you have only to tell me. Now we must have everything new in the rooms you want, so we will go down and tell Robert and Rosanna. How glad that child will be!”
Rosanna was tired and very nervous, and when Mrs. Horton and Miss Hooker came down with their great plan, Rosanna once more, to her own horror, commenced to cry.
“Well, for goodness’ sake,” her uncle cried, “I never did see anything like this! What ails the child? This certainly settles me! I shall never, never plan to get married again. Rosanna is turning into a regular founting; yes, ma’am, a regular founting!”
“Oh, I am so sorry—no, I mean I am so glad,” said Rosanna.
“You mean you are all tired out, and ought to go to bed,” said her grandmother.
“And if I am to come here to live,” said Robert’s sweetheart, dimpling, “I may as well see how I shall like putting a girl in her little bed.”
Rosanna, nearly as tall as the little lady, laughed through her tears. She went over and kissed her uncle good-night.
“I am sorry I was so silly,” she whispered. “I was so lonely when I thought you were going away that somehow when I found you were not, why, I just couldn’t help myself.”