ay 'sort of,'" said Mrs. Horton. "And if you are looking
at pictures in the clouds, I consider it a waste of time, Rosanna!"

She struck a little bell, and the house boy came hurrying across the
lawn. Mrs. Horton turned to him.

"Find Minnie," she said, "and tell her to send Miss Rosanna a volume of
_Classical Pictures for Young Eyes_."

So Rosanna looked at _Classical Pictures_, and for that afternoon at
least kept her young eyes away from the clouds. And never again did she
share her pictures with her grandmother.

Rosanna was not a spiritless child, but every day and all day her life
slipped on in its dull groove and she did not know how to get out.

Poor little Rosanna! To the little girl behind it, a six-foot brick wall
looks as high as the sky. And the garden, as I have told you before, was
a very, _very_ big garden indeed. Plenty large enough to be very
lonesome in.

One morning Mrs. Horton was not ready to drive at the appointed time.
Rosanna was ready, however, and was dancing around on the front porch
when the automobile rolled up. She ran toward it but drew back at the
sight of a strange chauffeur. He touched his cap and said "Good
morning!" in a hearty, friendly way, very different to the stiff manner
of the man who had been driving them. Rosanna went down to him.

"Where is Albert?" she asked.

"He does not work here now," said the man. "I have his place."

"What is your name?" said Rosanna.

"John Culver," said the new chauffeur. "What is your name?"

Rosanna frowned a little. She liked this new man with his crinkly,
twinkly blue eyes and white teeth. A deep scar creased his jaw, but it
did not spoil his friendly, keen face. But chauffeurs usually did not
ask her name. There had been so many going and coming during the war.
She decided to walk away but could not resist his friendly eyes.

"I am Miss Rosanna," she said proudly.

"Oh!" said the man, and Rosanna had a feeling that he was amused. So she
went on speaking. "I will get in the car, if you please, and wait for my
grandmother."

He opened the door of the limousine and before she could place her foot
on the step, he swung her lightly off her feet and into the car.

"There you are, kiddie!" he said pleasantly, and Rosanna was too stunned
to say more than "Thank you!" as the door opened and her grandmother
appeared, the maid following, laden with the small dog.

Mrs. Horton nodded to the new man and gave an order as he closed the
doo