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Updated: June 9, 2025
The dreadful day dragged to a close, while the detectives and the entire police force scoured the city and the surrounding country. For the one day they had succeeded in keeping the disappearance out of the papers, hoping that if Rosanna was actually in the hands of kidnapers they would not be frightened into taking her away or harming her to insure their own safety. Mrs.
Now one, and now another, of the servants still holding to the belief that Rosanna had stolen the Diamond and had hidden it peered and poked about the rocks to which she had been traced, and peered and poked in vain. The tide ebbed, and the tide flowed; the summer went on, and the autumn came. And the Quicksand, which hid her body, hid her secret too. The news of Mr.
You wouldn't want folks to know that you couldn't, would you? Of course you don't mind my knowing, because I am your friend and I will never tell; but you wouldn't want most people to know?" Rosanna had never thought about it at all, but now it seemed a very babyish and helpless thing. She determined to dress herself in future.
And there were lots of mice in the house they went to live in, and that took her mind off herself. And that's all of that," said Rosanna, smiling. "That's a nice story," said Minnie. "Now let's hear what Myron has to tell." Myron shook his head. "Oh, go on, Myron," said Helen. "Tell us a story, please, even if it is short!" "Once there was a little boy," said Myron, without waiting to be teased.
"Can't you suggest something, Rosanna?" he implored. "You've helped us so far, and I'll never forget it." "The only thing I can think of is for you to have the license ready, and speak to Mr. Leonard, and keep an eye on our ventilator," I said. "I'll watch here and signal whenever there's an opening." Well, I watched and Stephen watched, and Mr. Leonard was in the plot, too.
Then feeling that perhaps the conversation ought to take a livelier strain, she did not wait for Rosanna to answer, but continued, "I wish somebody hadn't built this apartment over your garage so that none of the windows look out on your garden. We are going to hate that, aren't we?" "Grandmother had it built that way so we would not see the people living there," Rosanna explained.
Having reached that inevitable conclusion, I turned to the more interesting object of investigation which was presented to me by Rosanna Spearman's letter. The address was written as follows: "For Franklin Blake, Esq. I broke the seal. The envelope contained a letter: and this, in its turn, contained a slip of paper. I read the letter first:
I'd ha' gi'en clean in if it hadna been fur my lass when th' little chap deed. I never tackledt owt i' aw my days 'at hurt me as heavy as losin' him did. I couldna abear th' sight o' his cradle, an' if ever I comn across any o' his bits o' playthings, I'd fa' to cryin' an' shakin' like a babby. I kept out o' th' way o' th' neebors' children even. I wasna like Rosanna.
In a few minutes she returned, ready for the night. She drew a big couch close beside Rosanna's little bed and lay down. "There we are!" she said, taking Rosanna's hand. "Now look here, Rosanna. In the morning when your grandmother talks to you, don't try to talk back, and whatever you do, don't be afraid. Just let her talk, and tell her to see Mrs. Hargrave.
"This basket holds enough for eight grown people, and you have packed it full." "I think we can eat it by supper time," said Rosanna. "You have no idea how good those cookies and things are. Do you think we have forgotten anything, Minnie?" "Where is the corkscrew for your olive bottle?" said Minnie. "And what are all those little bundles?" "Hard boiled eggs," said Helen.
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