"Drunk!" Mildred's eyes opened with horror.
"Yes. She'll be all right to-morrow." Her eyes, over the fragment of roll yet left, were fastened on the rose which Mildred, in her chase after Roy, had forgotten all about and still held in her hand.
"What is that?" she asked, presently.
"What? This rose?" Mildred held it out to her.
"A rose!" The girl's eyes opened wide with wonder, and she took it in her thin hands as carefully as if it had been of fragile glass. "Oh! I never saw one before."
"Never saw a rose before! Why, our garden and yard are full of them. I break them all the time."
"Are you a princess?" asked Molly, gazing at her.
