"It went along two weeks more, and one night I heard a gentle tapping on the door of my room. It was Elise, the little girl. Her aunt was having another attack. I hurried in, and as soon as I saw her I knew the poor old lady was going where she would not have to slave and starve any more, and going soon. She took my hand.
""Elise; oh, Elise!" she managed to gasp. Mother, honestly I just could _not_ help it! I said, "Don"t worry, madame! I have told you of my mother and my home. I would esteem it so great a favor, such an honor, if you would give Elise to me.""
Mrs. Horton"s lip trembled. Mrs. Hargrave let two large tears slip unnoticed down her pretty, faded pink cheeks.
"Well, she died perfectly happy," continued Robert. "And there I was with a little girl on my hands! I turned her over to some women I knew in the Red Cross, and she has been well taken care of ever since. I saw her when I stopped over in Paris on my way home. Food and a little care had made her look like a different child.
"Then I sailed, and she sort of slipped my mind until this morning. I have a letter here telling me that the Red Cross friends are about to sail for home and they are bringing Elise, of course. That was the first time I really realized what I had let myself in for. I might have put her in a convent over there if I had not promised the old lady that I would personally look after her. But I did promise!
"Now what I want is some advice. Remember, I am not asking you to have Elise here. You have Rosanna and I think that is enough. But you both must know of some nice place where she can be placed and where it would be homelike. I told Rosanna about it when I was up there just now, and she didn"t want me to put her in a school. She said little girls wanted to be loved."
Mrs. Horton winced.
"Did she suggest a place for her?" she asked.
"Yes, she did," said Robert.
"Didn"t she ask you to bring her here?" continued Mrs. Horton.
"Oh, Virginia, wait; _please_ wait!" cried Mrs. Hargrave suddenly. "Oh, Virginia, you have Rosanna, and now Robert is home. You don"t know how lonely I am. Virginia, Robert dear, you have known me all your life but I am not nearly, nearly as old as I look, and I can love. Give me your little girl, Robert! She can be your ward just the same, but let me have her for my little daughter. I am so lonely, and I will be so good to her!"
Mrs. Hargrave buried her face in her tiny handkerchief and sobbed.
Robert glanced at his mother. She nodded. Robert went over to Mrs.
Hargrave and folded his strong arms round the little old lady.
"Dear old friend, how can I ever thank you?" he said. "Of course I know you will be good to the child! Elise is yours!"
CHAPTER XX
An hour later Robert went up the stairs, wounds, sh.e.l.l shock and all, three steps at a time! He wakened Rosanna by tickling her on the nose.
"Well, Rosanna, me dear," said her uncle in a very small-boy and frivolous manner, "there"s news a plenty for you."
"Well, honey, what"s the good word?" he asked her when he had finished.
"Oh, Uncle Robert," said Rosanna, "I just never _would_ believe that anything so perfectly lovely could happen out of a book. Just to think of it! What will Helen say? Of course you know, Uncle Robert, that I would have loved to have Elise here, but I just know that Mrs. Hargrave will be so happy. Her house is so big, and there are no noises in it. It always seems as though the rooms are whispering to each other."
"I know what you mean," said Robert, nodding. "I like "em to shout; don"t you?"
"Well," said Rosanna wisely, "perhaps not quite shout, but it is nice when they talk anyway. Mrs. Hargrave is always wanting to be a fairy G.o.dmother to someone, and now she can be just plain really-truly mother, and that is much nicer. I know she will love Elise, and she is so dear to lean up against. She is always so soft and silky feeling."
"I never hoped for such luck!" said Uncle Robert. "We want to make a real little American of Elise. We will do great things for her, even if she is going to be Mrs. Hargrave"s daughter. I want her to ride and swim, and do all the things you do."
"I don"t swim, Uncle Robert," said Rosanna. "I wish I could! I will need to know how if she decides to let me join the Girl Scouts."
"I am no Girl Scout myself," said Uncle Robert, "but I have a medal or two for long distance swimming, and we are going to turn you into a little fish as soon and as painlessly as we can. So that"s all of that!
Riding, too. I know you can ride that speck of a pony out there, but you must have a horse now, a real _horse_. I meant to get each of you one but I suppose Mrs. Hargrave will think that it is her privilege to get one for Elise."
"Did you feel as though you wanted to spend as much money as two saddle horses would cost?"
"I certainly did," said Uncle Robert. "Why?"
"Well, if you do feel like that, wouldn"t it be nice if Helen could have that other one?"
"Rosanna, you have got a brain," said Uncle Robert, patting her hand.
"The very thing! One more thing settled. Now about this Girl Scout business. What is it, anyway?"
"I can"t tell you all about it myself," said Rosanna, "but the daughter of a friend of grandmother"s who is at the head of the troop we hope to join is coming over soon to tell me all about it."
"Another little girl?" asked Uncle Robert.
"No," said Rosanna, "she is a real grown-up young lady; quite old. About twenty, I think, but Helen has met her, and she says she is just as nice as she can be. And grandmother says so too; so it must be so."
"It is if mother says so," said Uncle Robert, smiling. "She is hard to please in the matter of "quite old young ladies." Well, go on."
"There is a book on that table that tells you all about it," said Rosanna. "Why, they learn to do _every_thing, Uncle Robert! And they camp out, and have meetings!"
"And pa.s.swords and secret signs and all that, I suppose," said Uncle Robert, laughing.
"You get to know lots and lots of other girls, too," said Rosanna.
"I suppose you do, you poor starved little thing!" said Uncle Robert.
"Well, you are going to be one anyhow, for better or for worse, and we will run Elise in. She will have a bad time at first getting used to American children and their ways, but I want to knock off about ninety years from her score. She is too old for any use. It"s awful to see a kiddie so settled and grown up."
"Mrs. Hargrave is just the one to have her then," said Rosanna, "because Mrs. Hargrave isn"t any age at all, really. She looks old on the outside, but she is just as young as Helen and me. She actually makes up things to play! And she can dress paper dolls bea-_u_-ti-fully. Elise will love her right off. Mrs. Hargrave said she wanted to be a Girl Scout herself, but she thought she wouldn"t try for it because she could have more fun just visiting them at their meetings and driving out to camp with hampers of goodies. I don"t think I can ever tell you, Uncle Robert, how I have wanted to join. Even now I can"t feel that it will really come true. Suppose grandmother should change her mind?"
"She isn"t a changeable person," said Uncle Robert, "and besides she loves you so that she would give you anything in the world that you want except perhaps an airplane."
"There is the most beautiful young lady downstairs to see you, dearie,"
Minnie said, as she came in and straightened Rosanna"s coverlet. "She is something in the Girl Scouts, and her name is Miss Marjorie Hooker."
"That"s the one!" said Rosanna, nodding to Uncle Robert. "Does grandmother say for her to come up here?"
"Just for a little while."
"Please don"t go, Uncle Robert," said Rosanna as he rose. "_Please_ don"t go! I wouldn"t know what to say to her."
"Neither would I," remarked Uncle Robert.
"But I feel scared!" pleaded Rosanna.
"So do I!" said Uncle Robert. "How do you expect me to talk to ferocious young women Scouts? Does she look very strong, Minnie? Perhaps you noticed if she was carrying a rope?"
"_Rope?_" repeated Rosanna.