I couldn't indeed, after that dreadful interview!' said Rosa.
'Then where _are_ you going, pretty one ?' 'Now I come to think of it, I don't know,' said Rosa.

'I have settled nothing at all yet, but my guardian will take care of me.

Don't be uneasy, dear.

I shall be sure to be somewhere.' (It did seem likely.) 'And I shall hear of my Rosebud from Mr.Tartar ?' inquired Helena.
'Yes, I suppose so; from--' Rosa looked back again in a flutter, instead of supplying the name.

'But tell me one thing before we part, dearest Helena.