self. It's one of the biggest things in the world to
learn; that is, to decide what is right and wrong without someone
telling us."

She kissed Rosanna good-night and left the room. A moment later she
returned. "Mrs. Hargrave just telephoned, dearie, that she wants you and
Helen to take luncheon with her to-morrow." Once more she bade the
little girl good-night, and Rosanna, tired out, fell asleep before the
door was closed.

She did not see Helen the next day until time for luncheon, but when she
waked up she found a book lying beside her bed. Helen had sent it over
to her. It was all about the Girl Scouts, and their rules and duties
and pleasures, and Rosanna found it hard work not to sit down and read
instead of taking her cold bath and dressing herself. Then after
breakfast came the history lesson and the music and dressing again, and
when Helen, very crisp and dainty, came in ready to go to Mrs.
Hargrave's, she found that Rosanna had not had time to read a single
line.

Mrs. Hargrave lived three houses away, and the children felt very
important and fine, especially Helen, who had never been asked to
luncheon with a grown-up lady before. Her eyes grew round when they
entered the house. It was so dim and cool and "old timey" as Helen put
it.

Mrs. Hargrave always dressed in the latest fashion for old ladies, yet
somehow she always looked as though she belonged to another day and
time. When she drove about the city she scorned the modern automobile.
She went in the spickest and spannest little carriage drawn by an old,
sleek and still frisky roan horse with a gold mounted harness and her
driver was a colored man as haughty and aristocratic looking as Mrs.
Hargrave herself; perhaps a little more so.

She advanced to meet the two little girls with a charming manner that
made them curtsey their very prettiest and caused them to feel more
important and grown up than ever.

During luncheon Mrs. Hargrave said:

"Will your brother return to college now that the war is over, Helen?"

Helen looked up in surprise. "I think you have me mixed up with some
other little girl, Mrs. Hargrave," she said. "I have no brother."

Mrs. Hargrave stared at her guest. "Are you not Lucius Culver's youngest
child?" she questioned. "The Lee County Culvers?"

"No, Mrs. Hargrave," said Helen. "I am John Culver's daughter."

"Another family," said Mrs. Hargrave and changed the subject politely by
asking Rosanna what she had heard from