The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Girl Scouts at Home, by Katherine Keene Galt

Title: The Girl Scouts at Home

or Rosanna's Beautiful Day

Author: Katherine Keene Galt

Release Date: March 3, 2007 [eBook #20736]

Language: English

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The little procession turned and made its way back to the lunch basket.

Girl Scouts Series, Volume 1

The Girl Scouts at Home

or

Rosanna's Beautiful Day

BY

Katherine Keene Galt

CHICAGO  AKRON,  OHIO  NEW YORK

MADE IN U. S. A.

Copyright, MCMXXI, by
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY

THE GIRL SCOUTS SERIES

1 THE GIRL SCOUTS AT HOME

2 THE GIRL SCOUTS RALLY

3 THE GIRL SCOUT'S TRIUMPH

THE GIRL SCOUTS AT HOME

CHAPTER I

Little Rosanna Horton was a very poor little girl. When I tell you more about her, you will think that was a very odd thing to say.

She lived in one of the most beautiful homes in Louisville, a city full of beautiful homes. And Rosanna's was one of the loveliest. It was a great, rambling house of red brick with wide porches in the front and on either side. On the right of the house was a wonderful garden. It covered half a square, and was surrounded by a high stone wall. No one could look in to see what she was doing. That was rather nice, but of course no one could look out either to see what they were doing on the brick sidewalk, and that does not seem so nice.

At the back of the garden, facing on a clean bricked alley, was the garage, big enough to hold four automobiles. The garage was covered with vines. Otherwise, it would have been a queer looking building, with its one door opening into the garden, and on that side not another door or window either upstairs or down. The upstairs part was a really lovely little apartment for the chauffeur to live in, but all the windows had been put on the side or in front because old Mrs. Horton, Rosanna's grandmother, did not think that chauffeurs' families were ever the sort who ought to look down into the garden where Rosanna played and where she herself sat in state and had tea served of an afternoon.

At one side of the garden where the roses were wildest and the flowers grew thickest was a little cottage, built to fit Rosanna. Grown people had to stoop to get in and their