queer
smile.

High heels clicked on the hardwood floor, and Miss Marjorie Hooker came
in. Uncle Robert suddenly grasped the back of a chair as though he was
afraid of falling down. Rosanna sat straight up in bed and stared with
round eyes. Miss Marjorie Hooker clicked across the big room and almost
shyly took Rosanna's hand.

"How do you do?" she said in a silvery, small voice that fitted her tiny
self to perfection. "It is so good of you to see me!"

"W-w-won't you sit down?" asked Rosanna feebly.

Miss Hooker looked at Uncle Robert.

"This is my Uncle Robert Horton," said Rosanna prettily.

Miss Hooker bowed and smiled, showing two fairy dimples. "I thought
perhaps you were the doctor," she tinkled. She sat down in the nearest
chair. It was ten times too big for her, but by sitting well toward the
edge, her little feet nearly touched the floor. Rosanna kept staring.
Uncle Robert seemed to grow very brave. He commenced to talk to the mite
and managed to treat her like a really grown-up person. Rosanna was
proud of him. But was it possible that this little lady, the smallest
grown person she had ever known, was really the Captain of the Girl
Scouts?

"So you are going to be a Girl Scout?" said Miss Hooker, turning her
dimples on Rosanna.

"I _want_ to be," said Rosanna. "Do you think they will accept me?"

"I know they will be delighted to take you in; but you know that you
have certain things to learn and certain preparations to make before you
become a regular member."

"Yes," said Rosanna. "I have the manual here."

"The best thing is for you to read it and then I will explain anything
to you that you do not understand. We _do_ have such good times!"

She smiled delightfully at Rosanna and at Uncle Robert, who looked
really cheered up and happy and showed no signs at all of leaving the
room. Rosanna wouldn't have minded if he had. She wanted a chance to
talk alone with this fairy-like creature in those ridiculously grown-up
clothes.

Miss Marjorie Hooker made it quite clear that she had not come to call
on Uncle Robert. She had come to see Rosanna. She made it so clear that
presently Uncle Robert, who did not want to go at all, spoke of a
forgotten engagement and said good-by. When he bent to kiss Rosanna, he
whispered, "I don't mind being roped at all, Rosanna!" but Rosanna did
not understand.

After he had gone, the fairy in the big chair seemed to grow less timid.

"I just think it is fine tha