ed a notebook
and pencil and I thought you would like to help me select it. I am a
rather fussy and very forgetful old lady."

She did seem fussy over that notebook, but finally chose a dainty gold
one with a square in the center for initials. Attached by a tiny gold
chain was a slender pencil with a blue stone in the top.

Then, to their amazement, the clerk laid two others exactly like it on
the counter. Three just alike!

"I think it would be nice for us all to remember our pleasant day, don't
you?" asked Mrs. Hargrave, smiling. "I want to give you each one just
like this one that I am getting for myself. Then we will think of each
other whenever we use them."

Helen lifted Mrs. Hargrave's delicate old hand and laid it against her
cheek.

"Oh, Mrs. Hargrave," she cried, "I will _never_ forget you. I don't need
the notebook, but it is too lovely, and I will keep it as long as I
live."

Mrs. Hargrave's eyes filled with tears. "Bless your heart!" she said.

CHAPTER X

The very next day Mrs. Hargrave was called into the country to see a
sick cousin. She telephoned Minnie before she left and told her that she
felt that things were going along as well as anyone could possibly
expect, and that she was delighted with Rosanna and her little friend.
This message distressed Minnie for she was just about to go to see Mrs.
Hargrave.

Minnie was not happy. Silly and foolish as it was, she well knew that
the proud old Mrs. Horton would not be willing to accept as poor and
simple a child as Helen for Rosanna's closest friend, no matter how
sweet and well mannered she might be. Minnie, who knew real worth when
she saw it, despised Mrs. Horton for her overbearing ideas, but what to
do she didn't know. She feared a storm if she let things go until Mrs.
Horton's return, yet she dreaded a separation for the children, when
they might enjoy each other for two or three weeks longer.

Rosanna was improving daily. Minnie was pleased and proud to see how she
continued to do for herself and learn in every way to be independent.
Her sewing was wonderful. She was working eagerly on a little dark blue
dress like Helen's for herself, and with Minnie's help was even putting
a little simple cross-stitching on the cuffs and yoke. Rosanna was
prouder of that dress than of anything she had ever had in her
beautiful, crowded wardrobe.

Minnie felt that she wanted to consult with someone, and the most
sensible person she knew was Mr