d, cold, angry eyes that cut her
like swords.

"Go to your room!" said Mrs. Horton in a dreadful voice.

CHAPTER XIV

Rosanna turned pale, but she looked steadily into her grandmother's cold
eyes.

"I have done nothing wrong, grandmother," she said. "I--"

"Go to your room!" repeated Mrs. Horton, pointing to the stairs. "I will
attend to you later."

Rosanna slowly climbed the broad staircase, clinging to the handrail and
dragging her feet like a very tired old woman instead of a dear little
happy girl. She felt herself trembling. Over and over she thought of
what she had just said to Helen of her grandmother: "I am sure she means
to be kind." Yet here, without a word of explanation, she was ordered to
her room without a single greeting, as though she had indeed done
something _very_ naughty. Reaching her room, she sat down on the side of
her bed and tried to think it out. What had she done? Where was Minnie?

Minnie: where was she? _Minnie_ could tell her what had come to pass to
make her grandmother so angry. She walked unsteadily over to the table
and pressed the electric button by which she always summoned Minnie when
she needed her.

Almost at once the door opened; but it was not Minnie. Mrs. Horton came
in and closed the door.

"What do you want?" she asked harshly.

"I rang for Minnie," said Rosanna in a low voice.

"You can get to bed as best you can," said Mrs. Horton. "Minnie will not
be allowed to see you. Minnie has been discharged. She is untrustworthy,
and I would have sent her packing to-night, but she insisted on her
right to stay under this roof until morning. So she is in her room where
I have ordered her to remain."

"Can't I see her again ever, grandmother?" asked Rosanna, with trembling
lips.

"Certainly not!" said Mrs. Horton. "You are a bad, ungrateful child. Get
to bed as best you can! I cannot trust myself to talk to you to-night.
Tomorrow I will tell you what I think of the way you have acted in my
absence."

"I have not been naughty," said Rosanna. "I did just as you told me I
could do. I saved your letter so I could show you if you said anything
about it. Oh, grandmother, please, I have not been naughty! I have been
so happy."

"_Happy!_" sneered Mrs. Horton. "_Happy!_ There is a low streak in you.
To think of the way you have been acting--I will see you to-morrow after
I have seen Mrs. Hargrave, and when I can control myself."

She swept from the room without sa