g you a tray as soon as
ever you call.

"Don't forget what I told you last night about being afraid. There is
nothing for you to be afraid of, and you can do for yourself now just as
nicely as though you were a grown-up young lady. And don't forget that
just as soon as your Minnie is married you can come to see me just as
often as you please, and I don't think it will hurt you to come and see
your own nursemaid in her own little house which is already being paid
for in instalments, and you can cook candy in my kitchen which is to be
blue and white in honor of the playhouse, and we will feel honored to
have you, and no one to object whatever you do.

"I must go now. Oh, dear, I'll worry every second: but don't you fret
one mite, Rosanna dear, as there is nothing at all to worry about.

"Your Minnie."

Her kind, good Minnie! There was one who loved her anyway. And she knew
Helen loved her.

She determined to be brave. When she thought everything over, she could
not feel that she had done anything wrong in the least. But when her
grandmother talked to her, she always felt guilty of everything that her
grandmother wanted her to feel guilty about. She dreaded seeing Mrs.
Horton. There was a knock on the door and there was her breakfast, the
best that cook could send up.

Rosanna was very hungry, and there was nothing left but plates and cups
and saucers when she finished and pressed the bell button. Hannah
hurried up and took the tray.

"We think you had better not say anything about this until you see what
your grandmother is going to do," said Hannah and hurried off while
Rosanna settled herself to wait.

Presently the door opened. Mrs. Horton, more pale and angry than ever,
came in. She was carrying a plate. There was a glass of water and a
slice of bread on it. She set it down hard on the table.

CHAPTER XV

"There is your breakfast," said Mrs. Horton, looking at Rosanna with her
steely eyes. "Bread and water will be part of your punishment."

"I am not hungry," said Rosanna in a low tone.

"Then you may leave it there until you are," said her grandmother.
"Bread and water will be your fare until you have apologized to me and
have proved that you regret your disgraceful conduct while I was away."

"I don't think that I did anything that was disgraceful, grandmother,"
said Rosanna gently.

"You will when I get through with you," said her grandmother grimly. "I
hope I may be able to bring you to y