ugh we wanted it the other
one whispers, 'Rah rah rah, college ah,' which is our own college yell,
and we take the _plain_ one.

"Lots of ways it looks to be harder on mother than it is on me. I know
she goes without so many things she would love--lectures and concerts
and all that. I just _hate_ that part!"

"I am glad you do," said Mrs. Hargrave.

"Helen and I are hoping that we can go to college together," said
Rosanna.

"Rosanna is so dear," said Helen. "She wants to help me save, but of
course that won't do."

"I don't see why not," said Rosanna. They had talked this over many
times. "Do you see, Mrs. Hargrave? I never spend my allowance."

"No," said Mrs. Hargrave, "it wouldn't do at all. In the first place
Helen is earning her education in a lovely way, and your allowance is
given you. It is no effort for you to get it, so it does not benefit
you, my little dear. Helen must go on herself. Her help could only come
from a fairy godmother."

"There are no fairy godmothers," said Rosanna bitterly.

"I was beginning to think there might be," said Mrs. Hargrave.

"No," said Rosanna. "If there was a fairy godmother, just one in all the
world, she would come and make my grandmother let me go out of the
garden and know lots of little girls and go to school and be a Girl
Scout."

Mrs. Hargrave sat thinking as she tasted her ice. Then she asked, "What
are these Girl Scouts?"

"I have all the books," said Helen eagerly. "May I bring them around to
show you? Then you can see just why Rosanna wants to be one. I am sure
Rosanna could not be hurt by knowing a lot of little girls and learning
all the things that are required of the Girl Scouts."

"Why should she be hurt?" said Mrs. Hargrave.

"Why, grandmother thinks I should not go out of my class."

"Class is all right," said Mrs. Hargrave. "It is very necessary, but
what you want to look for, Rosanna, is _worth_. Suppose Helen here was
not in your own class. Suppose her father was a laboring man of some
sort, and she lived away from this part of town, that wouldn't change
Helen."

Helen looked up in amazement. "But my father is--"

Mrs. Hargrave interrupted. "I will tell you what I will do, Rosanna, I
will talk to your grandmother myself if she makes any objections to your
going to school and all the rest." She rose as she spoke, and they
wandered out to the rose garden where coffee was served for Mrs.
Hargrave and where the children offered their gifts.