"Not all of us," said Miss Keren, looking up at Rosie with a smile that conveyed her sense of that good woman's claim on remembrance.
Rosie swooped down on six plates which she gathered into a pile with an emphasis that meant emotion, but not disrespect.
"My days, it hain't worth talkin' about; you'll be back here in no time," she said. "Just see how quick the summer's went!"
With that she whisked herself out of the room; in reality the coming six months appeared tedious to Rosie. She thrust her head into the room again, through a very small opening of the door. "You needn't think I hain't goin' to miss you," she added. "But I guess I've got about the most to be thankful fer of any of you. Miss Bradbury, the coffee's almost all; I've only got enough fer breakfast, so don't you fergit it to-morrow mornin', if I do." With which Rosie again disappeared.
"We have enough to be thankful for, all of us," said Mrs. Scollard, looking lovingly at Miss Bradbury.
"Indeed we have!" said Margery softly, with that new expression on her face, as if she had a secret too sweet to share.
"Motherums' health would be enough, if there were nothing else," said Happie.
"But I have most of all!" said Gretta unexpectedly. "I have a home, and—best of all—I have Happie!"
"We all reckon her among our chief assets, Gretta," said Bob. "It will be a jolly crowd that goes back to old Gotham next week. Only think what a difference from the way we came here!"
"Well, Bob," said Miss Keren, "I don't think any one has done more than you have towards the success of our experiment, and I'm thoroughly appreciative of the fact."