rns and drops for good measure, and
stopped at the very identical place where they started.

They got out of their car, and staggered, rather than walked, over to
Mrs. Culver, who was laughing at them. Rosanna's long curls were blown
every which way around her small, dark face, and Helen's bobbed hair was
sticking straight up.

"There is a Trip to the Moon right over here," said Mr. Culver. "Don't
you want to go?"

"No, thank you," said Rosanna feebly, and Helen said, "Why, daddy, I
couldn't bear another thing today! Let's go back and ride those nice
steady wooden horses."

They walked back to the merry-go-round, and spent a happy half hour
riding the menagerie. After that it was time to get supper. It always
takes a long time to eat a picnic supper, and dusk was close when at
last they finished. One by one the stars came out and then as though
touched by a great spring, Fontaine Ferry burst into a dazzling blaze of
electric lights.

Blazing, twinkling, winking, the lights hung or turned or whirled.
White, colored groups, and single stars, among the trees, down the wide
drive-ways, the Ferry had turned into fairyland.

"This is the best of all," said Rosanna softly.

"Isn't it?" answered Helen, her eyes wide. "How I wish Mrs. Hargrave
could see it! That _young_ Mrs. Hargrave that is inside the old shell of
a Mrs. Hargrave would have all sorts of pretty thoughts about it. Don't
you know she would?"

"Tomorrow you must come over real early," said Rosanna as they rode
home, squeezing Helen's hand. "And I owe grandmother a letter. It will
be easy to make a nice letter out of all we have seen. I wish Mrs.
Hargrave would come home to-morrow."

The car drove up before the big house, and Rosanna, tired out, but so
very, very happy, thanked Mr. and Mrs. Culver and ran up the steps. The
car waited, purring at the curb, to see that the door was promptly
opened. Rosanna heard the lock shoot back and the knob turn.

"It's all right," she said, looking down at the car. With a wave and a
smile Mr. Culver drove off, and happy little Rosanna turned slowly,
speaking as she did so.

"Oh, Minnie dear, I have had the bestest sort of a time!" she said. "I
only wish you--" She looked up. Her grandmother stood before her.

"Why, grandmother, when did you get home?" said Rosanna with a smile,
lifting her face to be kissed.

Her grandmother did not bend down. Instead she stood very stiff and
straight, looking at Rosanna with har