our senses. I am only sorry you are
too big a girl to punish as I would like to punish you."

"Have you seen Mrs. Hargrave?" asked Rosanna.

"She is away. I suppose that is one reason that you went wild."

"I did nothing without asking her if it would be all right," said
Rosanna.

"That seems impossible," said Mrs. Horton.

"It is true," asserted Rosanna.

"Rosanna, be careful what you say!" exclaimed her grandmother angrily.

Remembering what Minnie had advised, Rosanna said nothing.

Her grandmother continued, "I have thought this all over and you know as
well as I do what you have done, and how you have offended me, and I see
no use in talking about it at all. You will stay here on a diet of bread
and water until you are in a different frame of mind. I don't need to
have you tell me how you feel, or what you think. A look at your face is
quite sufficient. You are stubborn and unrepentant. Perhaps after a week
or two spent thinking, you will see things in a different light. You
will not be allowed any privileges at all. You will not even have your
lessons. When your Uncle Robert comes home, you will not see him unless
you have repented enough to be allowed to come down to your meals. Do
you understand?"

Something queer and hard and grown-up came into Rosanna's soul. She
looked her angry grandmother straight in the eye.

"Grandmother," she said very gently, "I hope you will not say anything
that you will be sorry for."

"Don't be impertinent!" said Mrs. Horton.

"I don't mean to be," said Rosanna.

"You are!" said Mrs. Horton.

Rosanna turned around. "Oh, grandmother!" she commenced, then stopped.

"Oh, grandmother what?" asked Mrs. Horton.

"Nothing. Excuse me," said Rosanna.

"Then that's all," said Mrs. Horton. "You understand me?"

"I think I do," said Rosanna. She did not look up, and Mrs. Horton,
unable to catch her eye, left the room.

Lunch time came, and with it her grandmother with a fresh glass of water
and another slice of bread. Immediately after, Hannah appeared with a
tray of luncheon.

Rosanna was really not hungry, but she was wise enough to know that it
was a very bad thing to go without eating, especially when one has
decided on a very serious and terrifying step. The afternoon dragged
away.

At five her grandmother came in and offered her still another glass of
water and slice of bread. Rosanna thanked her.

"Have you anything to say to me?" asked Mrs. Horton.

"No, gr