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Updated: June 9, 2025


The news of Rosanna's disappearance had, as it appeared, spread among the out-of-door servants. They too had made their inquiries; and they had just laid hands on a quick little imp, nicknamed "Duffy" who was occasionally employed in weeding the garden, and who had seen Rosanna Spearman as lately as half-an-hour since.

You must be sure to have Rosanna join it, mother. She needs it, I feel sure. I scarcely know Rosanna, but her letters always had about as much originality as a sheet of blank paper." "I don't think that was Rosanna's fault," said Mrs. Horton. "I think you will find her changed greatly." "Well, however that may be, you let her join the Girl Scouts anyway.

At one side of the garden where the roses were wildest and the flowers grew thickest was a little cottage, built to fit Rosanna. Grown people had to stoop to get in and their heads almost scraped the ceilings. The furniture all fitted Rosanna too, even to the tiny piano. This was Rosanna's playhouse.

At the sand-hillocks we were met by the under-groom, running to us from the house. The lad is a good lad, and has an honest respect for me. He handed me a little note, with a decent sorrow in his face. "Penelope sent me with this, Mr. Betteredge," he said. "She found it in Rosanna's room."

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.

Rosanna's clothes were the prettiest ever; much prettier then than they are now. And such stacks of them! There was a whole dresser full of ribbons and trinkets and jewelry besides.

Those friends were the Yollands respectable, worthy people, a credit to the neighbourhood. Rosanna's acquaintance with them had begun by means of the daughter, who was afflicted with a misshapen foot, and who was known in our parts by the name of Limping Lucy. The two deformed girls had, I suppose, a kind of fellow-feeling for each other.

Miss Rachel's assertion of her innocence had left Rosanna's conduct the making the new nightgown, the hiding the smeared nightgown, and all the rest of it entirely without explanation. And this had never occurred to me, till Sergeant Cuff forced it on my mind all in a moment! "In the second place," proceeded the Sergeant, "you will hear of the three Indians again.

But perhaps Helen had a family. In that case she could settle everything happily. The children joined hands and went skipping along the path toward the playhouse, Helen's bobbed yellow locks shining in the sun and Rosanna's long, heavy, dark hair swinging from side to side as she danced along.

When Minnie looked down, she stared and stared and, still staring, crumpled down on her knees, wild, round eyes on the object. Helen ran to her. "Oh, oh, oh," moaned Minnie, "have I gone mad?" On the floor tied by a ribbon, was Rosanna's beautiful hair! For a space Minnie and Helen stood as though they had been frozen.

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