color
full of streaks of gold like, and curls at that.' No, Miss Rosanna, you
can learn to sew and cook and take care of yourself, and not much harm
done for her to fret about, but for _mercy's_ sake don't you go touching
your hair."

"Well, it _is_ a bother," said Rosanna, "but we will let it alone for
awhile. Now you must come and wake me early, Minnie, and bring your
sewing so you can sit here and tell me when I don't do the right thing.
After breakfast, if cook will give us some things, I will get Helen and
we will do some baking. Won't that be fun? And in the afternoon I am
going to give Helen and you a surprise."

"Me too? Do you mind if Minnie kisses you good-night, dearie?" she asked
softly.

Rosanna sleepily held up her arms. "Oh, I wish you would, Minnie! It is
so nice to have somebody want to kiss me without my asking them to do
it."

Minnie kissed her tenderly. "Bless you, dearie, old Minnie will kiss you
good-night every night!"

She turned out the light and snapped on the electric fan.

And at once, it seemed to Rosanna, it was morning. There must have been
some time between, however, because Minnie went and looked over all her
things, and rejoiced to think what great progress she could make on her
wedding things in a week if she didn't have to wait on Rosanna all the
time, and after she had put everything back in the trunk and locked it
up as though it was the greatest treasure in the world, she went down to
see the cook. She told her all about what Rosanna had planned, and the
cook listened and sniffled and blew her nose hard several times and then
got up and brought out a big basket. This she set on the kitchen table
and commenced to fill with any number of things: salt and pepper and
flour and spices and baking powder and raisins, and all sorts of things.
The next morning when Rosanna went into the playhouse kitchen for a look
on her way to call Helen, there was everything any little girl would
possibly need to cook with, all arranged in rows on the shelves of the
tiny cupboard. And wonder of wonders, just inside the door was a little
ice-chest.

"Oh, oh! Where did that come from?" cried Rosanna, clapping her hands
and running to open it.

"Cook found it in the store room," said Minnie, smiling. "It was the one
they used in your nursery when you were a baby. She cleaned it all out,
and I think you will find something in it besides ice."

Sure enough there _was_ something besides ice, but Ro