Hargrave thought it would be
all right to take the two girls to Fontaine Ferry for the afternoon, eat
their supper there, and return when the children had had a chance to see
the electrical display.

"It is the sort of a place one always wants to see once, like Coney
Island," she said, "and I think the girls are about the right age to
have a good time there for a few hours without being disillusioned."

Mrs. Hargrave agreed with her.

"It will be a wild adventure for Rosanna," she said. "I have faith in
Helen keeping her head, but you must watch Rosanna. If she looks too
feverish, bring her home, please."

"I will indeed," promised Mrs. Culver.

"Of course you will; I am not afraid," said Mrs. Hargrave. "Send the
children around here before you start."

Once more Uncle Robert's hamper was dragged out and stocked with good
things. They were to start at three o'clock. When they were ready they
went skipping down the street to Mrs. Hargrave's house.

"Well, Rosanna," she said, "I wonder what your grandmother will say to
me when she finds out that I have given you permission to go to Fontaine
Ferry? I know you will have a splendid time. I have never been there
myself, and I am sorry that I can't go today. I am obliged to take the
six o'clock train for the country. Cousin Hendy has sent for me post
haste. She says she is at the point of death. I suppose this time it is
cucumbers. They are about ripe now.

"I want you both to remember everything you do, so you can tell me about
it. If I stay in the country for a few days, Rosanna, I will write a
letter to your grandmother telling her just what I think about a great
many things, and urging her to let you join the Girl Scouts.

"And as long as I can't go and have a good time spending my money, I
want you children to take it and spend it for me. This is not for your
education, Helen. I want you to promise to spend it, every bit."

They kissed her good-by and calling their thanks went dancing away.

The car was waiting, and off they went on the pleasant ride through the
city and out Broadway. As there was plenty of time, they drove through
Shawnee Park and along the bluff overlooking the Ohio River creeping
sluggishly past. Then they turned, and went a short mile to the entrance
to the Ferry.

Parking the car, they went in, Mr. Culver bringing the hamper of supper.
The Ferry is a very large place and every foot of it is covered with
tan-bark, smooth and brown and sp