na
just opened those big eyes of hers, and said, 'Hello, Helen!' And I
simply didn't know what to say, so I just said 'Hello,' too."

It was indeed Rosanna, and Rosanna was herself again, aside from a very
badly bumped head that had come near being a very seriously hurt head.
She was too weak and ill to seem to wonder why she was in a hospital
room with a couple of trained nurses feeling of her pulse, and dear Mrs.
Hargrave with the tears rolling down her faintly pink old cheeks.

All Mrs. Hargrave said was, "We will be back in a minute, Rosanna," and
shooed everybody out into the hall, even the stern superintendent.

"Now then," said Mrs. Hargrave with one peek back to see that the nurse
that had stayed was doing her full duty, "now the thing is, how are we
going to get her home?"

"Oh, she can't go home," said the superintendent in a shocked voice.
"She ought to stay here for three or four days anyway."

"Fiddle-dee-_dee_!" said Mrs. Hargrave. "Home is the place for her, and
besides I have reasons for wanting her to be under the care of her
grandmother right away."

"I can't take the responsibility," said the superintendent stubbornly.
"You will have to see the house doctor, Mrs. Hargrave."

"Very well," said Mrs. Hargrave. She turned to a nurse passing. "Go get
Doctor Smith, my dear; tell him Mrs. Hargrave wants him at once."

Doctor Smith came sooner than the superintendent hoped he would.

"Well," he said, "if it is possible to get her home without jarring her,
I think it would be a good thing. Her head is not injured, but her
nerves are shaken, and if she can be at home in her own room she will
regain her strength very quickly. I want you to take a trained nurse
with you, however."

"Of course!" said Mrs. Hargrave briskly, "Now how shall we take her? In
an ambulance, or can we manage in the car? It is very large."

"Could one of you hold her?" said the doctor.

"I can and will," said Minnie decidedly. "I know just how she likes to
be held, the lamb!"

"Then she can go now if you like," said the doctor, and the
superintendent pursed up her mouth and stalked downstairs, scorning the
elevator.

How smoothly Mr. Culver drove that car! Not a jounce or bump disturbed
the pale little patient, and he "drove the car at a walk" as Mrs.
Hargrave had asked him.

When they reached home, Mrs. Hargrave asked Rosanna if she could be
comfortable there for a couple of minutes, and seeing her nod feebly,
she went