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EIGHT COUSINS
By Louisa M. Alcott
Preface
The Author is quite aware of the defects of this little story, many of which
were unavoidable, as it first appeared serially. But, as Uncle Alec's experiment
was intended to amuse the young folks, rather than suggest educational
improvements for the consideration of the elders, she trusts that these
shortcomings will be overlooked by the friends of the Eight Cousins, and she
will try to make amends in a second volume, which shall attempt to show The Rose
in Bloom.
L.M.A.
Chapter 1—Two Girls
Rose sat all alone in the big best parlor, with her little handkerchief laid
ready to catch the first tear, for she was thinking of her troubles, and a
shower was expected. She had retired to this room as a good place in which to be
miserable; for it was dark and still, full of ancient furniture, sombre
curtains, and hung all around with portraits of solemn old gentlemen in wigs,
severe-nosed ladies in top-heavy caps, and staring children in little bob-tailed
coats or short-waisted frocks. It was an excellent place for woe; and the fitful
spring rain that pattered on the window-pane seemed to sob, "Cry away: I'm with
you."
Rose really did have some cause to be sad; for she had no mother, and had
lately lost her father also, which left her no home but this with her
great-aunts. She had been with them only a week, and, though the dear old ladies
had tried their best to make her happy, they had not succeeded very well, for
she was unlike any child they had ever seen, and they felt very much as if they
had the care of a low-spirited butterfly.
They had given her the freedom of the house, and for a day or two she had
amused herself roaming all over it, for it was a capital old mansion, and was
full of all manner of odd nooks, charming rooms, and mysterious passages.
Windows broke out in unexpected places, little balconies overhung the garden
most romantically, and there was a long upper hall full of curiosities from all
parts of the world; for the Campbells had been sea-captains for generations.
Aunt Plenty had even allowed Rose to rummage in her great china closet a
spicy retreat, rich in all the "goodies" that children love; but Rose seemed to
care little for these toothsome temptations; and when that hope failed, Aunt
Plenty gave up in despair.
Gentle Aunt Peace had tried all sorts of pretty needle-work, and planned a
doll's wardrobe that would have won the heart of even an older child. But Rose
took little interest in pink satin hats and tiny hose, though she sewed
dutifully till her aunt caught her wiping tears away with the train of a
wedding-dress, and that discovery put an end to the sewing society.
Then both old ladies put their heads together and picked out the model child
of the neighbourhood to come and play with their niece. But Ariadne Blish was
the worst failure of all, for Rose could not bear the sight of her, and said she
was so like a wax doll she longed to give her a pinch and see if she would
squeak. So prim little Ariadne was sent home, and the exhausted aunties left
Rose to her own devices for a day or two.
Bad weather and a cold kept her in-doors, and she spent most of her time in
the library where her father's books were stored. Here she read a great deal,
cried a little, and dreamed many of the innocent bright dreams in which
imaginative children find such comfort and delight. This suited her better than
anything else, but it was not good for her, and she grew pale, heavy-eyed and
listless, though Aunt Plenty gave her iron enough to make a cooking-stove, and
Aunt Peace petted her like a poodle.
Seeing this, the poor aunties racked their brains for a new amusement and
determined to venture a bold stroke, though not very hopeful of its success.
They said nothing to Rose about their plan for this Saturday afternoon, but let
her alone till the time came for the grand surprise, little dreaming that the
odd child would find pleasure for herself in a most unexpected quarter.
Before she had time to squeeze out a single tear a sound broke the stillness,
making her prick up her ears. It was only the soft twitter of a bird, but it
seemed to be a peculiarly gifted bird, for while she listened the soft twitter
changed to a lively whistle, then a trill, a coo, a chirp, and ended in a
musical mixture of all the notes, as if the bird burst out laughing. Rose
laughed also, and, forgetting her woes, jumped up, saying eagerly,
"It is a mocking-bird. Where is it?"
Running down the long hall, she peeped out at both doors, but saw nothing
feathered except a draggle-tailed chicken under a burdock leaf. She listened
again, and the sound seemed to be in the house. Away she went, much excited by
the chase, and following the changeful song, it led her to the china-closet
door.
"In there? How funny!" she said. But when she entered, not a bird appeared
except the everlastingly kissing swallows on the Canton china that lined the
shelves. All of a sudden Rose's face brightened, and, softly opening the slide,
she peered into the kitchen. But the music had stopped, and all she saw was a
girl in a blue apron scrubbing the hearth. Rose stared about her for a minute,
and then asked abruptly,
"Did you hear that mocking-bird?"
"I should call it a phebe-bird," answered the girl, looking up with a twinkle
in her black eyes.
"Where did it go?"
"It is here still."
"Where?"
"In my throat. Do you want to hear it?"
"Oh, yes! I'll come in." And Rose crept through the slide to the wide shelf
on the other side, being too hurried and puzzled to go round by the door.
The girl wiped her hands, crossed her feet on the little island of carpet
where she was stranded in a sea of soap-suds, and then, sure enough, out of her
slender throat came the swallow's twitter, the robin's whistle, the blue-jay's
call, the thrush's song, the wood-dove's coo, and many another familiar note,
all ending as before with the musical ecstacy of a bobolink singing and swinging
among the meadow grass on a bright June day.
Rose was so astonished that she nearly fell off her perch, and when the
little concert was over clapped her hands delightedly.
"Oh, it was lovely! Who taught you?"
"The birds," answered the girl, with a smile, as she fell to work again.
"It is very wonderful! I can sing, but nothing half so fine as that. What is
your name, please?"
"Phebe Moore."
"I've heard of phebe-birds; but I don't believe the real ones could do that,"
laughed Rose, adding, as she watched with interest the scattering of dabs of
soft soap over the bricks, "May I stay and see you work? It is very lonely in
the parlor."
"Yes, indeed, if you want to," answered Phebe, wringing out her cloth in a
capable sort of way that impressed Rose very much.
"It must be fun to swash the water round and dig out the soap. I'd love to do
it, only aunt wouldn't like it, I suppose," said Rose, quite taken with the new
employment.
"You'd soon get tired, so you'd better keep tidy and look on."
"I suppose you help your mother a good deal?"
"I haven't got any folks."
"Why, where do you live, then?"
"I'm going to live here, I hope. Debby wants some one to help round, and I've
come to try for a week."
"I hope you will stay, for it is very dull," said Rose, who had taken a
sudden fancy to this girl, who sung like a bird and worked like a woman.
"Hope I shall; for I'm fifteen now, and old enough to earn my own living. You
have come to stay a spell, haven't you?" asked Phebe, looking up at her guest
and wondering how life could be dull to a girl who wore a silk frock, a daintily
frilled apron, a pretty locket, and had her hair tied up with a velvet snood.
"Yes, I shall stay till my uncle comes. He is my guardian now, and I don't
know what he will do with me. Have you a guardian?"
"My sakes, no! I was left on the poor-house steps a little mite of a baby,
and Miss Rogers took a liking to me, so I've been there ever since. But she is
dead now, and I take care of myself."
"How interesting! It is like Arabella Montgomery in the 'Gypsy's Child.' Did
you ever read that sweet story?" asked Rose, who was fond of tales of
found-lings, and had read many.
"I don't have any books to read, and all the spare time I get I run off into
the woods; that rests me better than stories," answered Phebe, as she finished
one job and began on another.
Rose watched her as she got out a great pan of beans to look over, and
wondered how it would seem to have life all work and no play. Presently Phebe
seemed to think it was her turn to ask questions, and said, wistfully,
"You've had lots of schooling, I suppose?"
"Oh, dear me, yes! I've been at boarding school nearly a year, and I'm almost
dead with lessons. The more I got, the more Miss Power gave me, and I was so
miserable that I 'most cried my eyes out. Papa never gave me hard things to do,
and he always taught me so pleasantly I loved to study. Oh, we were so happy and
so fond of one another! But now he is gone, and I am left all alone."
The tear that would not come when Rose sat waiting for it came now of its own
accord two of them in fact and rolled down her cheeks, telling the tale of love
and sorrow better than any words could do it.
For a minute there was no sound in the kitchen but the little daughter's
sobbing and the sympathetic patter of the rain. Phebe stopped rattling her beans
from one pan to another, and her eyes were full of pity as they rested on the
curly head bent down on Rose's knee, for she saw that the heart under the pretty
locket ached with its loss, and the dainty apron was used to dry sadder tears
than any she had ever shed.
Somehow, she felt more contented with her brown calico gown and blue-checked
pinafore; envy changed to compassion; and if she had dared she would have gone
and hugged her afflicted guest.
Fearing that might not be considered proper, she said, in her cheery voice,
"I'm sure you ain't all alone with such a lot of folks belonging to you, and
all so rich and clever. You'll be petted to pieces, Debby says, because you are
the only girl in the family."
Phebe's last words made Rose smile in spite of her tears, and she looked out
from behind her apron with an April face, saying in a tone of comic distress,
"That's one of my troubles! I've got six aunts, and they all want me, and I
don't know any of them very well. Papa named this place the Aunt-hill, and now I
see why."
Phebe laughed with her as she said encouragingly,
"Everyone calls it so, and it's a real good name, for all the Mrs. Campbells
live handy by, and keep coming up to see the old ladies."
"I could stand the aunts, but there are dozens of cousins, dreadful boys all
of them, and I detest boys! Some of them came to see me last Wednesday, but I
was lying down, and when auntie came to call me I went under the quilt and
pretended to be asleep. I shall have to see them some time, but I do dread it
so." And Rose gave a shudder, for, having lived alone with her invalid father,
she knew nothing of boys, and considered them a species of wild animal.
"Oh! I guess you'll like 'em. I've seen 'em flying round when they come over
from the Point, sometimes in their boats and sometimes on horseback. If you like
boats and horses, you'll enjoy yourself first-rate."
"But I don't! I'm afraid of horses, and boats make me ill, and I hate boys!"
And poor Rose wrung her hands at the awful prospect before her. One of these
horrors alone she could have borne, but all together were too much for her, and
she began to think of a speedy return to the detested school.
Phebe laughed at her woe till the beans danced in the pan, but tried to
comfort her by suggesting a means of relief.
"Perhaps your uncle will take you away where there ain't any boys. Debby says
he is a real kind man, and always bring heaps of nice things when he comes."
"Yes, but you see that is another trouble, for I don't know Uncle Alec at
all. He hardly ever came to see us, though he sent me pretty things very often.
Now I belong to him, and shall have to mind him, till I am eighteen. I may not
like him a bit, and I fret about it all the time."
"Well, I wouldn't borrow trouble, but have a real good time. I'm sure I
should think I was in clover if I had folks and money, and nothing to do but
enjoy myself," began Phebe, but got no further, for a sudden rush and tumble
outside made them both jump.
"It's thunder," said Phebe.
"It's a circus!" cried Rose, who from her elevated perch had caught glimpses
of a gay cart of some sort and several ponies with flying manes and tails.
The sound died away, and the girls were about to continue their confidences
when old Debby appeared, looking rather cross and sleepy after her nap.
"You are wanted in the parlor, Miss Rose."
"Has anybody come?"
"Little girls shouldn't ask questions, but do as they are bid," was all Debby
would answer.
"I do hope it isn't Aunt Myra; she always scares me out of my wits asking how
my cough is, and groaning over me as if I was going to die," said Rose,
preparing to retire the way she came, for the slide, being cut for the admission
of bouncing Christmas turkeys and puddings, was plenty large enough for a
slender girl.
"Guess you'll wish it was Aunt Myra when you see who has come. Don't never
let me catch you coming into my kitchen that way again, or I'll shut you up in
the big b'iler," growled Debby, who thought it her duty to snub children on all
occasions.
Chapter 2—The Clan
Rose scrambled into the china-closet as rapidly as possible, and there
refreshed herself by making faces at Debby, while she settled her plumage and
screwed up her courage. Then she crept softly down the hall and peeped into the
parlor. No one appeared, and all was so still she felt sure the company was
upstairs. So she skipped boldly through the half-open folding-doors, to behold
on the other side a sight that nearly took her breath away.
Seven boys stood in a row all ages, all sizes, all yellow-haired and
blue-eyed, all in full Scotch costume, and all smiling, nodding, and saying as
with one voice, "How are you, cousin?"
Rose gave a little gasp, and looked wildly about her as if ready to fly, for
fear magnified the seven and the room seemed full of boys. Before she could run,
however, the tallest lad stepped out of the line, saying pleasantly,
"Don't be frightened. This is the Clan come to welcome you; and I'm the
chief, Archie, at your service."
He held out his hand as he spoke, and Rose timidly put her own into a brown
paw, which closed over the white morsel and held it as the chief continued his
introductions.
"We came in full rig, for we always turn out in style on grand occasions.
Hope you like it. Now I'll tell you who these chaps are, and then we shall be
all right. This big one is Prince Charlie, Aunt Clara's boy. She has but one, so
he is an extra good one. This old fellow is Mac, the bookworm, called Worm for
short. This sweet creature is Steve the Dandy. Look at his gloves and top-knot,
if you please. They are Aunt Jane's lads, and a precious pair you'd better
believe. These are the Brats, my brothers, Geordie and Will, and Jamie the Baby.
Now, my men, step out and show your manners."
At this command, to Rose's great dismay, six more hands were offered, and it
was evident that she was expected to shake them all. It was a trying moment to
the bashful child; but, remembering that they were her kinsmen come to welcome
her, she tried her best to return the greeting cordially.
This impressive ceremony being over, the Clan broke ranks, and both rooms
instantly appeared to be pervaded with boys. Rose hastily retired to the shelter
of a big chair and sat there watching the invaders and wondering when her aunt
would come and rescue her.
As if bound to do their duty manfully, yet rather oppressed by it, each lad
paused beside her chair in his wanderings, made a brief remark, received a still
briefer answer, and then sheered off with a relieved expression.
Archie came first, and, leaning over the chair-back, observed in a paternal
tone,
"I'm glad you've come, cousin, and I hope you'll find the Aunt-hill pretty
jolly."
"I think I shall."
Mac shook his hair out of his eyes, stumbled over a stool, and asked
abruptly,
"Did you bring any books with you?"
"Four boxes full. They are in the library."
Mac vanished from the room, and Steve, striking an attitude which displayed
his costume effectively, said with an affable smile,
"We were sorry not to see you last Wednesday. I hope your cold is better."
"Yes, thank you." And a smile began to dimple about Rose's mouth, as she
remembered her retreat under the bed-cover.
Feeling that he had been received with distinguished marks of attention,
Steve strolled away with his topknot higher than ever, and Prince Charlie
pranced across the room, saying in a free and easy tone,
"Mamma sent her love and hopes you will be well enough to come over for a day
next week. It must be desperately dull here for a little thing like you."
"I'm thirteen and a half, though I do look small," cried Rose, forgetting her
shyness in indignation at this insult to her newly acquired teens.
"Beg pardon, ma'am; never should have guessed it." And Charlie went off with
a laugh, glad to have struck a spark out of his meek cousin.
Geordie and Will came together, two sturdy eleven and twelve year olders,
and, fixing their round blue eyes on Rose, fired off a question apiece, as if it
was a shooting match and she the target.
"Did you bring your monkey?"
"No; he is dead."
"Are you going to have a boat?"
"I hope not."
Here the two, with a right-about-face movement, abruptly marched away, and
little Jamie demanded with childish frankness,
"Did you bring me anything nice?"
"Yes, lots of candy," answered Rose, whereupon Jamie ascended into her lap
with a sounding kiss and the announcement that he liked her very much.
This proceeding rather startled Rose, for the other lads looked and laughed,
and in her confusion she said hastily to the young usurper,
"Did you see the circus go by?"
"When? Where?" cried all the boys in great excitement at once.
"Just before you came. At least I thought it was a circus, for I saw a red
and black sort of cart and ever so many little ponies, and—"
She got no farther, for a general shout made her pause suddenly, as Archie
explained the joke by saying in the middle of his laugh,
"It was our new dog-cart and the Shetland ponies. You'll never hear the last
of your circus, cousin."
"But there were so many, and they went so fast, and the cart was so very
red," began Rose, trying to explain her mistake.
"Come and see them all!" cried the Prince. And before she knew what was
happening, she was borne away to the barn and tumultuously introduced to three
shaggy ponies and the gay new dog-cart.
She had never visited these regions before, and had her doubts as to the
propriety of her being there now, but when she suggested that "Auntie might not
like it," there was a general cry of,
"She told us to amuse you, and we can do it ever so much better out here than
poking round in the house."
"I'm afraid I shall get cold without my sacque," began Rose, who wanted to
stay, but felt rather out of her element.
"No, you won't! We'll fix you," cried the lads, as one clapped his cap on her
head, another tied a rough jacket round her neck by the sleeves, a third neatly
smothered her in a carriage blanket, and a fourth threw open the door of the old
barouche that stood there, saying with a flourish,
"Step in, ma'am, and make yourself comfortable while we show you some fun."
So Rose sat in state enjoying herself very much, for the lads proceeded to
dance a Highland Fling with a spirit and skill that made her clap her hands and
laugh as she had not done for weeks.
"How is that, my lassie?" asked the Prince, coming up all flushed and
breathless when the ballet was over.
"It was splendid! I never went to the theatre but once, and the dancing was
not half so pretty as this. What clever boys you must be!" said Rose, smiling
upon her kinsmen like a little queen upon her subjects.
"Ah, we're a fine lot, and that is only the beginning of our larks. We
haven't got the pipes here or we'd, 'Sing for you, play for you
A dulcy melody,'"
answered Charlie, looking much elated at her praise.
"I did not know we were Scotch; papa never said anything about it, or seemed
to care about Scotland, except to have me sing the old ballads," said Rose,
beginning to feel as if she had left America behind her somewhere.
"Neither did we till lately. We've been reading Scott's novels, and all of a
sudden we remembered that our grandfather was a Scotchman. So we hunted up the
old stories, got a bagpipe, put on our plaids, and went in, heart and soul, for
the glory of the Clan. We've been at it some time now, and it's great fun. Our
people like it, and I think we are a pretty canny set."
Archie said this from the other coach-step, where he had perched, while the
rest climbed up before and behind to join in the chat as they rested.
"I'm Fitzjames and he's Roderick Dhu, and we'll give you the broadsword
combat some day. It's a great thing, you'd better believe," added the Prince.
"Yes, and you should hear Steve play the pipes. He makes 'em skirl like a
good one," cried Will from the box, eager to air the accomplishments of his
race.
"Mac's the fellow to hunt up the old stories and tell us how to dress right,
and pick out rousing bits for us to speak and sing," put in Geordie, saying a
good word for the absent Worm.
"And what do you and Will do?" asked Rose of Jamie, who sat beside her as if
bound to keep her in sight till the promised gift had been handed over.
"Oh, I'm the little foot-page, and do errands, and Will and Geordie are the
troops when we march, and the stags when we hunt, and the traitors when we want
to cut any heads off."
"They are very obliging, I'm sure," said Rose, whereat the "utility men"
beamed with modest pride and resolved to enact Wallace and Montrose as soon as
possible for their cousin's special benefit.
"Let's have a game of tag," cried the Prince, swinging himself up to a beam
with a sounding slap on Stevie's shoulder.
Regardless of his gloves, Dandy tore after him, and the rest swarmed in every
direction as if bent on breaking their necks and dislocating their joints as
rapidly as possible.
It was a new and astonishing spectacle to Rose, fresh from a prim
boarding-school, and she watched the active lads with breathless interest,
thinking their antics far superior to those of Mops, the dear departed monkey.
Will had just covered himself with glory by pitching off a high loft head
first and coming up all right, when Phebe appeared with a cloak, hood, and
rubbers, also a message from Aunt Plenty that "Miss Rose was to come in
directly."
"All right; we'll bring her!" answered Archie, issuing some mysterious order,
which was so promptly obeyed that, before Rose could get out of the carriage,
the boys had caught hold of the pole and rattled her out of the barn, round the
oval and up to the front door with a cheer that brought two caps to an upper
window, and caused Debby to cry aloud from the back porch,
"Them harum-scarum boys will certainly be the death of that delicate little
creter!"
But the "delicate little creter" seemed all the better for her trip, and ran
up the steps looking rosy, gay, and dishevelled, to be received with lamentation
by Aunt Plenty, who begged her to go and lie down at once.
"Oh, please don't! We have come to tea with our cousin, and we'll be as good
as gold if you'll let us stay, auntie," clamoured the boys, who not only
approved of "our cousin" but had no mind to lose their tea, for Aunt Plenty's
name but feebly expressed her bountiful nature.
"Well, dears, you can; only be quiet, and let Rose go and take her iron and
be made tidy, and then we will see what we can find for supper," said the old
lady as she trotted away, followed by a volley of directions for the approaching
feast.
"Marmalade for me, auntie."
"Plenty of plum-cake, please."
"Tell Debby to trot out the baked pears."
"I'm your man for lemon-pie, ma'am."
"Do have fritters; Rose will like 'em."
"She'd rather have tarts, I know."
When Rose came down, fifteen minutes later, with every curl smoothed and her
most beruffled apron on, she found the boys loafing about the long hall, and
paused on the half-way landing to take an observation, for till now she had not
really examined her new-found cousins.
There was a strong family resemblance among them, though some of the yellow
heads were darker than others, some of the cheeks brown instead of rosy, and the
ages varied all the way from sixteen-year-old Archie to Jamie, who was ten years
younger. None of them were especially comely but the Prince, yet all were
hearty, happy-looking lads, and Rose decided that boys were not as dreadful as
she had expected to find them.
They were all so characteristically employed that she could not help smiling
as she looked. Archie and Charlie, evidently great cronies, were pacing up and
down, shoulder to shoulder, whistling "Bonnie Dundee"; Mac was reading in a
corner, with his book close to his near-sighted eyes; Dandy was arranging his
hair before the oval glass in the hat-stand; Geordie and Will investigating the
internal economy of the moon-faced clock; and Jamie lay kicking up his heels on
the mat at the foot of the stairs, bent on demanding his sweeties the instant
Rose appeared.
She guessed his intention, and forestalled his demand by dropping a handful
of sugar-plums down upon him.
At his cry of rapture the other lads looked up and smiled involuntarily, for
the little kinswoman standing there above was a winsome sight with her shy, soft
eyes, bright hair, and laughing face. The black frock reminded them of her loss,
and filled the boyish hearts with a kindly desire to be good to "our cousin,"
who had no longer any home but this.
"There she is, as fine as you please," cried Steve, kissing his hand to her.
"Come on, Missy; tea is ready," added the Prince encouragingly.
"I shall take her in." And Archie offered his arm with great dignity, an
honour that made Rose turn as red as a cherry and long to run upstairs again.
It was a merry supper, and the two elder boys added much to the fun by
tormenting the rest with dark hints of some interesting event which was about to
occur. Something uncommonly fine, they declared it was, but enveloped in the
deepest mystery for the present.
"Did I ever see it?" asked Jamie.
"Not to remember it; but Mac and Steve have, and liked it immensely,"
answered Archie, thereby causing the two mentioned to neglect Debby's delectable
fritters for several minutes, while they cudgelled their brains.
"Who will have it first?" asked Will, with his mouth full of marmalade.
"Aunt Plenty, I guess."
"When will she have it?" demanded Geordie, bouncing in his seat with
impatience.
"Sometime on Monday."
"Heart alive! what is the boy talking about?" cried the old lady from behind
the tall urn, which left little to be seen but the topmost bow of her cap.
"Doesn't auntie know?" asked a chorus of voices.
"No; and that's the best of the joke, for she is desperately fond of it."
"What colour is it?" asked Rose, joining in the fun.
"Blue and brown."
"Is it good to eat?" asked Jamie.
"Some people think so, but I shouldn't like to try it," answered Charlie,
laughing so he split his tea.
"Who does it belong to?" put in Steve.
Archie and the Prince stared at one another rather blankly for a minute, then
Archie answered with a twinkle of the eye that made Charlie explode again,
"To Grandfather Campbell."
This was a poser, and they gave up the puzzle, though Jamie confided to Rose
that he did not think he could live till Monday without knowing what this
remarkable thing was.
Soon after tea the Clan departed, singing "All the blue bonnets are over the
border," at the tops of their voices.
"Well, dear, how do you like your cousins?" asked Aunt Plenty, as the last
pony frisked round the corner and the din died away.
"Pretty well, ma'am; but I like Phebe better." An answer which caused Aunt
Plenty to hold up her hands in despair and trot away to tell sister Peace that
she never should understand that child, and it was a mercy Alec was coming soon
to take the responsibility off their hands.
Fatigued by the unusual exertions of the afternoon, Rose curled herself up in
the sofa corner to rest and think about the great mystery, little guessing that
she was to know it first of all.
Right in the middle of her meditations she fell asleep and dreamed she was at
home again in her own little bed. She seemed to wake and see her father bending
over her; to hear him say, "My little Rose"; to answer, "Yes, papa"; and then to
feel him take her in his arms and kiss her tenderly. So sweet, so real was the
dream, that she started up with a cry of joy to find herself in the arms of a
brown, bearded man, who held her close, and whispered in a voice so like her
father's that she clung to him involuntarily,
"This is my little girl, and I am Uncle Alec."
Chapter 3—Uncles
When Rose woke next morning, she was not sure whether she had dreamed what
occurred the night before, or it had actually happened. So she hopped up and
dressed, although it was an hour earlier than she usually rose, for she could
not sleep any more, being possessed with a strong desire to slip down and see if
the big portmanteau and packing cases were really in the hall. She seemed to
remember tumbling over them when she went to bed, for the aunts had sent her off
very punctually, because they wanted their pet nephew all to themselves.
The sun was shining, and Rose opened her window to let in the soft May air
fresh from the sea. As she leaned over her little balcony, watching an early
bird get the worm, and wondering how she should like Uncle Alec, she saw a man
leap the garden wall and come whistling up the path. At first she thought it was
some trespasser, but a second look showed her that it was her uncle returning
from an early dip into the sea. She had hardly dared to look at him the night
before, because whenever she tried to do so she always found a pair of keen blue
eyes looking at her. Now she could take a good stare at him as he lingered
along, looking about him as if glad to see the old place again.
A brown, breezy man, in a blue jacket, with no hat on the curly head, which
he shook now and then like a water dog; broad-shouldered, alert in his motions,
and with a general air of strength and stability about him which pleased Rose,
though she could not explain the feeling of comfort it gave her. She had just
said to herself, with a sense of relief, "I guess I shall like him, though he
looks as if he made people mind," when he lifted his eyes to examine the budding
horse-chestnut overhead, and saw the eager face peering down at him. He waved
his hand to her, nodded, and called out in a bluff, cheery voice,
"You are on deck early, little niece."
"I got up to see if you had really come, uncle."
"Did you? Well, come down here and make sure of it."
"I'm not allowed to go out before breakfast, sir."
"Oh, indeed!" with a shrug. "Then I'll come aboard and salute," he added;
and, to Rose's great amazement, Uncle Alec went up one of the pillars of the
back piazza hand over hand, stepped across the roof, and swung himself into her
balcony, saying, as he landed on the wide balustrade: "Have you any doubts about
me now, ma'am?"
Rose was so taken aback, she could only answer with a smile as she went to
meet him.
"How does my girl do this morning?" he asked, taking the little cold hand she
gave him in both his big warm ones.
"Pretty well, thank you, sir."
"Ah, but it should be very well. Why isn't it?"
"I always wake up with a headache, and feel tired."
"Don't you sleep well?"
"I lie awake a long time, and then I dream, and my sleep does not seem to
rest me much."
"What do you do all day?"
"Oh, I read, and sew a little, and take naps, and sit with auntie."
"No running about out of doors, or house-work, or riding, hey?"
"Aunt Plenty says I'm not strong enough for much exercise. I drive out with
her sometimes, but I don't care for it."
"I'm not surprised at that," said Uncle Alec, half to himself, adding, in his
quick way: "Who have you had to play with?"
"No one but Ariadne Blish, and she was such a goose I couldn't bear her. The
boys came yesterday, and seemed rather nice; but, of course, I couldn't play
with them."
"Why not?"
"I'm too old to play with boys."
"Not a bit of it; that's just what you need, for you've been molly-coddled
too much. They are good lads, and you'll be mixed up with them more or less for
years to come, so you may as well be friends and playmates at once. I will look
you up some girls also, if I can find a sensible one who is not spoilt by her
nonsensical education."
"Phebe is sensible, I'm sure, and I like her, though I only saw her
yesterday," cried Rose, waking up suddenly.
"And who is Phebe, if you please?"
Rose eagerly told all she knew, and Uncle Alec listened, with an odd smile
lurking about his mouth, though his eyes were quite sober as he watched the face
before him.
"I'm glad to see that you are not aristocratic in your tastes, but I don't
quite make out why you like this young lady from the poor-house."
"You may laugh at me, but I do. I can't tell why, only she seems so happy and
busy, and sings so beautifully, and is strong enough to scrub and sweep, and
hasn't any troubles to plague her," said Rose, making a funny jumble of reasons
in her efforts to explain.
"How do you know that?"
"Oh, I was telling her about mine, and asked if she had any, and she said,
'No, only I'd like to go to school, and I mean to some day."
"So she doesn't call desertion, poverty, and hard work, troubles? She's a
brave little girl, and I shall be proud to know her." And Uncle Alec gave an
approving nod, that made Rose wish she had been the one to earn it.
"But what are these troubles of yours, child?" he asked, after a minute of
silence.
"Please don't ask me, uncle."
"Can't you tell them to me as well as to Phebe?"
Something in his tone made Rose feel that it would be better to speak out and
be done with it, so she answered, with sudden colour and averted eyes,
"The greatest one was losing dear papa."
As she said that, Uncle Alec's arm came gently round her, and he drew her to
him, saying, in the voice so like papa's,
"That is a trouble which I cannot cure, my child; but I shall try to make you
feel it less. What else, dear?"
"I am so tired and poorly all the time, I can't do anything I want to, and it
makes me cross," sighed Rose, rubbing the aching head like a fretful child.
"That we can cure and we will," said her uncle, with a decided nod that made
the curls bob on his head, to that Rose saw the gray ones underneath the brown.
"Aunt Myra says I have no constitution, and never shall be strong," observed
Rose, in a pensive tone, as if it was rather a nice thing to be an invalid.
"Aunt Myra is a ahem! an excellent woman, but it is her hobby to believe that
everyone is tottering on the brink of the grave; and, upon my life, I believe
she is offended if people don't fall into it! We will show her how to make
constitutions and turn pale-faced little ghosts into rosy, hearty girls. That's
my business, you know," he added, more quietly, for his sudden outburst had
rather startled Rose.
"I had forgotten you were a doctor. I'm glad of it, for I do want to be well,
only I hope you won't give me much medicine, for I've taken quarts already, and
it does me no good."
As she spoke, Rose pointed to a little table just inside the window, on which
appeared a regiment of bottles.
"Ah, ha! Now we'll see what mischief these blessed women have been at." And,
making a long arm, Dr. Alec set the bottles on the wide railing before him,
examined each carefully, smiled over some, frowned over others, and said, as he
put down the last: "Now I'll show you the best way to take these messes." And,
as quick as a flash, he sent one after another smashing down into the posy-beds
below.
"But Aunt Plenty won't like it; and Aunt Myra will be angry, for she sent
most of them!" cried Rose, half frightened and half pleased at such energetic
measures.
"You are my patient now, and I'll take the responsibility. My way of giving
physic is evidently the best, for you look better already," he said, laughing so
infectiously that Rose followed suit, saying saucily,
"If I don't like your medicines any better than those, I shall throw them
into the garden, and then what will you do?"
"When I prescribe such rubbish, I'll give you leave to pitch it overboard as
soon as you like. Now what is the next trouble?"
"I hoped you would forget to ask."
"But how can I help you if I don't know them? Come, let us have No. 3."
"It is very wrong, I suppose, but I do sometimes wish I had not quite so many
aunts. They are all very good to me, and I want to please them; but they are so
different, I feel sort of pulled to pieces among them," said Rose, trying to
express the emotions of a stray chicken with six hens all clucking over it at
once.
Uncle Alec threw back his head and laughed like a boy, for he could entirely
understand how the good ladies had each put in her oar and tried to paddle her
own way, to the great disturbance of the waters and the entire bewilderment of
poor Rose.
"I intend to try a course of uncles now, and see how that suits your
constitution. I'm going to have you all to myself, and no one is to give a word
of advice unless I ask it. There is no other way to keep order aboard, and I am
captain of this little craft, for a time at least. What comes next?"
But Rose stuck there, and grew so red, her uncle guessed what that trouble
was.
"I don't think I can tell this one. It wouldn't be polite, and I feel pretty
sure that it isn't going to be a trouble any more."
As she blushed and stammered over these words, Dr. Alec turned his eyes away
to the distant sea, and said so seriously, so tenderly, that she felt every word
and long remembered them,
"My child, I don't expect you to love and trust me all at once, but I do want
you to believe that I shall give my whole heart to this new duty; and if I make
mistakes, as I probably shall, no one will grieve over them more bitterly than
I. It is my fault that I am a stranger to you, when I want to be your best
friend. That is one of my mistakes, and I never repented it more deeply than I
do now. Your father and I had a trouble once, and I thought I could never
forgive him; so I kept away for years. Thank God, we made it all up the last
time I saw him, and he told me then, that if he was forced to leave her he
should bequeath his little girl to me as a token of his love. I can't fill his
place, but I shall try to be a father to her; and if she learns to love me half
as well as she did the good one she has lost, I shall be a proud and happy man.
Will she believe this and try?"
Something in Uncle Alec's face touched Rose to the heart, and when he held
out his hand with that anxious troubled look in his eyes, she was moved to put
up her innocent lips and seal the contract with a confiding kiss. The strong arm
held her close a minute, and she felt the broad chest heave once as if with a
great sigh of relief; but not a word was spoken till a tap at the door made both
start.
Rose popped her head through the window to say "come in," while Dr. Alec
hastily rubbed the sleeve of his jacket across his eyes and began to whistle
again.
Phebe appeared with a cup of coffee.
"Debby told me to bring this and help you get up," she said, opening her
black eyes wide, as if she wondered how on earth "the sailor man" got there.
"I'm all dressed, so I don't need any help. I hope that is good and strong,"
added Rose, eyeing the steaming cup with an eager look.
But she did not get it, for a brown hand took possession of it as her uncle
said quickly,
"Hold hard, my lass, and let me overhaul that dose before you take it. Do you
drink all this strong coffee every morning, Rose?"
"Yes, sir, and I like it. Auntie says it 'tones' me up, and I always feel
better after it."
"This accounts for the sleepless nights, the flutter your heart gets into at
the least start, and this is why that cheek of yours is pale yellow instead of
rosy red. No more coffee for you, my dear, and by and by you'll see that I am
right. Any new milk downstairs, Phebe?"
"Yes, sir, plenty right in from the barn."
"That's the drink for my patient. Go bring me a pitcherful, and another cup;
I want a draught myself. This won't hurt the honeysuckles, for they have no
nerves to speak of." And, to Rose's great discomfort, the coffee went after the
medicine.
Dr. Alec saw the injured look she put on, but took no notice, and presently
banished it by saying pleasantly,
"I've got a capital little cup among my traps, and I'll give it to you to
drink your milk in, as it is made of wood that is supposed to improve whatever
is put into it something like a quassia cup. That reminds me; one of the boxes
Phebe wanted to lug upstairs last night is for you. Knowing that I was coming
home to find a ready-made daughter, I picked up all sorts of odd and pretty
trifles along the way, hoping she would be able to find something she liked
among them all. Early to-morrow we'll have a grand rummage. Here's our milk! I
propose the health of Miss Rose Campbell and drink it with all my heart."
It was impossible for Rose to pout with the prospect of a delightful boxful
of gifts dancing before her eyes; so, in spite of herself, she smiled as she
drank her own health, and found that fresh milk was not a hard dose to take.
"Now I must be off, before I am caught again with my wig in a toss," said Dr.
Alec, preparing to descend the way he came.
"Do you always go in and out like a cat, uncle?" asked Rose, much amused at
his odd ways.
"I used to sneak out of my window when I was a boy, so I need not disturb the
aunts, and now I rather like it, for it's the shortest road, and it keeps me
limber when I have no rigging to climb. Good-bye till breakfast." And away he
went down the water-spout, over the roof, and vanished among the budding
honey-suckles below.
"Ain't he a funny guardeen?" exclaimed Phebe, as she went off with the cups.
"He is a very kind one, I think," answered Rose, following, to prowl round
the big boxes and try to guess which was hers.
When her uncle appeared at sound of the bell, he found her surveying with an
anxious face a new dish that smoked upon the table.
"Got a fresh trouble, Rosy?" he asked, stroking her smooth head.
"Uncle, are you going to make me eat oatmeal?" asked Rose, in a tragic tone.
"Don't you like it?"
"I de-test it!" answered Rose, with all the emphasis which a turned-up nose,
a shudder, and a groan could give to the three words.
"You are not a true Scotchwoman, if you don't like the 'parritch.' It's a
pity, for I made it myself, and thought we'd have such a good time with all that
cream to float it in. Well, never mind." And he sat down with a disappointed
air.
Rose had made up her mind to be obstinate about it, because she did heartily
"detest" the dish; but as Uncle Alec did not attempt to make her obey, she
suddenly changed her mind and thought she would.
"I'll try to eat it to please you, uncle; but people are always saying how
wholesome it is, and that makes me hate it," she said, half-ashamed at her silly
excuse.
"I do want you to like it, because I wish my girl to be as well and strong as
Jessie's boys, who are brought up on this in the good old fashion. No hot bread
and fried stuff for them, and they are the biggest and bonniest lads of the lot.
Bless you, auntie, and good morning!"
Dr. Alec turned to greet the old lady, and, with a firm resolve to eat or die
in the attempt, Rose sat down.
In five minutes she forgot what she was eating, so interested was she in the
chat that went on. It amused her very much to hear Aunt Plenty call her
forty-year-old nephew "my dear boy"; and Uncle Alec was so full of lively gossip
about all creation in general, and the Aunt-hill in particular, that the
detested porridge vanished without a murmur.
"You will go to church with us, I hope, Alec, if you are not too tired," said
the old lady, when breakfast was over.
"I came all the way from Calcutta for that express purpose, ma'am. Only I
must send the sisters word of my arrival, for they don't expect me till
to-morrow, you know, and there will be a row in church if those boys see me
without warning."
"I'll send Ben up the hill, and you can step over to Myra's yourself; it will
please her, and you will have plenty of time."
Dr. Alec was off at once, and they saw no more of him till the old barouche
was at the door, and Aunt Plenty just rustling downstairs in her Sunday best,
with Rose like a little black shadow behind her.
Away they drove in state, and all the way Uncle Alec's hat was more off his
head than on, for everyone they met smiled and bowed, and gave him as blithe a
greeting as the day permitted.
It was evident that the warning had been a wise one, for, in spite of time
and place, the lads were in such a ferment that their elders sat in momentary
dread of an unseemly outbreak somewhere. It was simply impossible to keep those
fourteen eyes off Uncle Alec, and the dreadful things that were done during
sermon-time will hardly be believed.
Rose dared not look up after a while, for these bad boys vented their
emotions upon her till she was ready to laugh and cry with mingled amusement and
vexation. Charlie winked rapturously at her behind his mother's fan; Mac openly
pointed to the tall figure beside her; Jamie stared fixedly over the back of his
pew, till Rose thought his round eyes would drop out of his head; George fell
over a stool and dropped three books in his excitement; Will drew sailors and
Chinamen on his clean cuffs, and displayed them, to Rose's great tribulation;
Steve nearly upset the whole party by burning his nose with salts, as he
pretended to be overcome by his joy; even dignified Archie disgraced himself by
writing in his hymn book, "Isn't he blue and brown?" and passing it politely to
Rose.
Her only salvation was trying to fix her attention upon Uncle Mac a portly,
placid gentleman, who seemed entirely unconscious of the iniquities of the Clan,
and dozed peacefully in his pew corner. This was the only uncle Rose had met for
years, for Uncle Jem and Uncle Steve, the husbands of Aunt Jessie and Aunt
Clara, were at sea, and Aunt Myra was a widow. Uncle Mac was a merchant, very
rich and busy, and as quiet as a mouse at home, for he was in such a minority
among the women folk he dared not open his lips, and let his wife rule
undisturbed.
Rose liked the big, kindly, silent man who came to her when papa died, was
always sending her splendid boxes of goodies at school, and often invited her
into his great warehouse, full of teas and spices, wines and all sorts of
foreign fruits, there to eat and carry away whatever she liked. She had secretly
regretted that he was not to be her guardian; but since she had seen Uncle Alec
she felt better about it, for she did not particularly admire Aunt Jane.
When church was over, Dr. Alec got into the porch as quickly as possible, and
there the young bears had a hug all round, while the sisters shook hands and
welcomed him with bright faces and glad hearts. Rose was nearly crushed flat
behind a door in that dangerous passage from pew to porch; but Uncle Mac rescued
her, and put her into the carriage for safe keeping.
"Now, girls, I want you to come and dine with Alec; Mac also, of course. But
I cannot ask the boys, for we did not expect this dear fellow till tomorrow, you
know, so I made no preparations. Send the lads home, and let them wait till
Monday, for really I was shocked at their behaviour in church," said Aunt
Plenty, as she followed Rose.
In any other place the defrauded boys would have set up a howl; as it was,
they growled and protested till Dr. Alec settled the matter by saying,
"Never mind, old chaps, I'll make it up to you to-morrow, if you sheer off
quietly; if you don't, not a blessed thing shall you have out of my big boxes."
Chapter 4—Aunts
All dinner-time Rose felt that she was going to be talked about, and
afterward she was sure of it, for Aunt Plenty whispered to her as they went into
the parlour,
"Run up and sit awhile with Sister Peace, my dear. She likes to have you read
while she rests, and we are going to be busy."
Rose obeyed, and the quiet rooms above were so like a church that she soon
composed her ruffled feelings, and was unconsciously a little minister of
happiness to the sweet old lady, who for years had sat there patiently waiting
to be set free from pain.
Rose knew the sad romance of her life, and it gave a certain tender charm to
this great-aunt of hers, whom she already loved. When Peace was twenty, she was
about to be married; all was done, the wedding dress lay ready, the flowers were
waiting to be put on, the happy hour at hand, when word came that the lover was
dead. They thought that gentle Peace would die, too; but she bore it bravely,
put away her bridal gear, took up her life afresh, and lived on a beautiful,
meek woman, with hair as white as snow and cheeks that never bloomed again. She
wore no black, but soft, pale colours, as if always ready for the marriage that
had never come.
For thirty years she had lived on, fading slowly, but cheerful, busy, and
full of interest in all that went on in the family; especially the joys and
sorrows of the young girls growing up about her, and to them she was adviser,
confidante, and friend in all their tender trials and delights. A truly
beautiful old maiden, with her silvery hair, tranquil face, and an atmosphere of
repose about her that soothed whoever came to her!
Aunt Plenty was utterly dissimilar, being a stout, brisk old lady, with a
sharp eye, a lively tongue, and a face like a winter-apple. Always trotting,
chatting, and bustling, she was a regular Martha, cumbered with the cares of
this world and quite happy in them.
Rose was right; and while she softly read psalms to Aunt Peace, the other
ladies were talking about her little self in the frankest manner.
"Well, Alec, how do you like your ward?" began Aunt Jane, as they all settled
down, and Uncle Mac deposited himself in a corner to finish his doze.
"I should like her better if I could have begun at the beginning, and so got
a fair start. Poor George led such a solitary life that the child has suffered
in many ways, and since he died she has been going on worse than ever, judging
from the state I find her in."
"My dear boy, we did what we thought best while waiting for you to wind up
your affairs and get home. I always told George he was wrong to bring her up as
he did; but he never took my advice, and now here we are with this poor dear
child upon our hands. I, for one, freely confess that I don't know what to do
with her any more than if she was one of those strange, outlandish birds you
used to bring home from foreign parts." And Aunt Plenty gave a perplexed shake
of the head which caused great commotion among the stiff loops of purple ribbon
that bristled all over the cap like crocus buds.
"If my advice had been taken, she would have remained at the excellent school
where I placed her. But our aunt thought best to remove her because she
complained, and she has been dawdling about ever since she came. A most ruinous
state of things for a morbid, spoilt girl like Rose," said Mrs. Jane, severely.
She had never forgiven the old ladies for yielding to Rose's pathetic
petition that she might wait her guardian's arrival before beginning another
term at the school, which was a regular Blimber hot-bed, and turned out many a
feminine Toots.
"I never thought it the proper school for a child in good circumstances an
heiress, in fact, as Rose is. It is all very well for girls who are to get their
own living by teaching, and that sort of thing; but all she needs is a year or
two at a fashionable finishing school, so that at eighteen she can come out with
eclat," put in Aunt Clara, who had been a beauty and a belle, and was still a
handsome woman.
"Dear, dear! how short-sighted you all are to be discussing education and
plans for the future, when this unhappy child is so plainly marked for the
tomb," sighed Aunt Myra, with a lugubrious sniff and a solemn wag of the
funereal bonnet, which she refused to remove, being afflicted with a chronic
catarrh.
"Now, it is my opinion that the dear thing only wants freedom, rest, and
care. There is look in her eyes that goes to my heart, for it shows that she
feels the need of what none of us can give her a mother," said Aunt Jessie, with
tears in her own bright eyes at the thought of her boys being left, as Rose was,
to the care of others.
Uncle Alec, who had listened silently as each spoke, turned quickly towards
the last sister, and said, with a decided nod of approval,
"You've got it, Jessie; and, with you to help me, I hope to make the child
feel that she is not quite fatherless and motherless."
"I'll do my best, Alec; and I think you will need me, for, wise as you are,
you cannot understand a tender, timid little creature like Rose as a woman can,"
said Mrs. Jessie, smiling back at him with a heart full of motherly goodwill.
"I cannot help feeling that I, who have had a daughter of my own, can best
bring up a girl; and I am very much surprised that George did not entrust her to
me," observed Aunt Myra, with an air of melancholy importance, for she was the
only one who had given a daughter to the family, and she felt that she had
distinguished herself, though ill-natured people said that she had dosed her
darling to death.
"I never blamed him in the least, when I remember the perilous experiments
you tried with poor Carrie," began Mrs. Jane, in her hard voice.
"Jane Campbell, I will not hear a word! My sainted Caroline is a sacred
object," cried Aunt Myra, rising as if to leave the room.
Dr. Alec detained her, feeling that he must define his position at once, and
maintain it manfully if he hoped to have any success in his new undertaking.
"Now, my dear souls, don't let us quarrel and make Rose a bone of contention
though, upon my word, she is almost a bone, poor little lass! You have had her
among you for a year, and done what you liked. I cannot say that your success is
great, but that is owing to too many fingers in the pie. Now, I intend to try my
way for a year, and if at the end of it she is not in better trim than now, I'll
give up the case, and hand her over to someone else. That's fair, I think."
"She will not be here a year hence, poor darling, so no one need dread future
responsibility," said Aunt Myra, folding her black gloves as if all ready for
the funeral.
"By Jupiter! Myra, you are enough to damp the ardour of a saint!" cried Dr.
Alec, with a sudden spark in his eyes. "Your croaking will worry that child out
of her wits, for she is an imaginative puss, and will fret and fancy untold
horrors. You have put it into her head that she has no constitution, and she
rather likes the idea. If she had not had a pretty good one, she would have been
'marked for the tomb' by this time, at the rate you have been going on with her.
I will not have any interference please understand that; so just wash your hands
of her, and let me manage till I want help, then I'll ask for it."
"Hear, hear!" came from the corner where Uncle Mac was apparently wrapt in
slumber.
"You were appointed guardian, so we can do nothing. But I predict that the
girl will be spoilt, utterly spoilt," answered Mrs. Jane, grimly.
"Thank you, sister. I have an idea that if a woman can bring up two boys as
perfectly as you do yours, a man, if he devotes his whole mind to it, may at
least attempt as much with one girl," replied Dr. Alec, with a humorous look
that tickled the others immensely, for it was a well-known fact in the family
that Jane's boys were more indulged than all the other lads put together.
"I am quite easy, for I really do think that Alec will improve the child's
health; and by the time his year is out, it will be quite soon enough for her to
go to Madame Roccabella's and be finished off," said Aunt Clara, settling her
rings, and thinking, with languid satisfaction, of the time when she could bring
out a pretty and accomplished niece.
"I suppose you will stay here in the old place, unless you think of marrying,
and it's high time you did," put in Mrs. Jane, much nettled at her brother's
last hit.
"No, thank you. Come and have a cigar, Mac," said Dr. Alec, abruptly.
"Don't marry; women enough in the family already," muttered Uncle Mac; and
then the gentlemen hastily fled.
"Aunt Peace would like to see you all, she says," was the message Rose
brought before the ladies could begin again.
"Hectic, hectic! dear me, dear me!" murmured Aunt Myra, as the shadow of her
gloomy bonnet fell upon Rose, and the stiff tips of a black glove touched the
cheek where the colour deepened under so many eyes.
"I am glad these pretty curls are natural; they will be invaluable by and
by," said Aunt Clara, taking an observation with her head on one side.
"Now that your uncle has come, I no longer expect you to review the studies
of the past year. I trust your time will not be entirely wasted in frivolous
sports, however," added Aunt Jane, sailing out of the room with the air of a
martyr.
Aunt Jessie said not a word, but kissed her little niece, with a look of
tender sympathy that made Rose cling to her a minute, and follow her with
grateful eyes as the door closed behind her.
After everybody had gone home, Dr. Alec paced up and down the lower hall in
the twilight for an hour, thinking so intently that sometimes he frowned,
sometimes he smiled, and more than once he stood still in a brown study. All of
a sudden he said, half aloud, as if he had made up his mind,
"I might as well begin at once, and give the child something new to think
about, for Myra's dismals and Jane's lectures have made her as blue as a little
indigo bag."
Diving into one of the trunks that stood in a corner, he brought up, after a
brisk rummage, a silken cushion, prettily embroidered, and a quaint cup of dark
carved wood.
"This will do for a start," he said, as he plumped up the cushion and dusted
the cup. "It won't do to begin too energetically, or Rose will be frightened. I
must beguile her gently and pleasantly along till I've won her confidence, and
then she will be ready for anything."
Just then Phebe came out of the dining-room with a plate of brown bread, for
Rose had been allowed no hot biscuit for tea.
"I'll relieve you of some of that," said Dr. Alec, and, helping himself to a
generous slice, he retired to the study, leaving Phebe to wonder at his
appetite.
She would have wondered still more if she had seen him making that brown
bread into neat little pills, which he packed into an attractive ivory box, out
of which he emptied his own bits of lovage.
"There! if they insist on medicine, I'll order these, and no harm will be
done. I will have my own way, but I'll keep the peace, if possible, and confess
the joke when my experiment has succeeded," he said to himself, looking very
much like a mischievous boy, as he went on with his innocent prescriptions.
Rose was playing softly on the small organ that stood in the upper hall, so
that Aunt Peace could enjoy it; and all the while he talked with the old ladies,
Uncle Alec was listening to the fitful music of the child, and thinking of
another Rose who used to play for him.
As the clock struck eight, he called out,
"Time for my girl to be abed, else she won't be up early, and I'm full of
jolly plans for to-morrow. Come and see what I've found for you to begin upon."
Rose ran in and listened with bright attentive face, while Dr. Alec said
impressively,
"In my wanderings over the face of the earth, I have picked up some excellent
remedies, and, as they are rather agreeable ones, I think you and I will try
them. This is a herb-pillow, given to me by a wise old woman when I was ill in
India. It is filled with saffron, poppies, and other soothing plants; so lay
your little head on it to-night, sleep sweetly without a dream, and wake
to-morrow without a pain."
"Shall I really? How nice it smells." And Rose willingly received the pretty
pillow, and stood enjoying its faint, sweet odour, as she listened to the
doctor's next remedy.
"This is the cup I told you of. Its virtue depends, they say, on the drinker
filling it himself; so you must learn to milk. I'll teach you."
"I'm afraid I never can," said Rose; but she surveyed the cup with favour,
for a funny little imp danced on the handle, as if all ready to take a header
into the white sea below.
"Don't you think she ought to have something more strengthening than milk,
Alec? I really shall feel anxious if she does not have a tonic of some sort,"
said Aunt Plenty, eyeing the new remedies suspiciously, for she had more faith
in her old-fashioned doses than all the magic cups and poppy pillows of the
East.
"Well, ma'am, I'm willing to give her a pill, if you think best. It is a very
simple one, and very large quantities may be taken without harm. You know
hasheesh is the extract of hemp? Well, this is a preparation of corn and rye,
much used in old times, and I hope it will be again."
"Dear me, how singular!" said Aunt Plenty, bringing her spectacles to bear
upon the pills, with a face so full of respectful interest that it was almost
too much for Dr. Alec's gravity.
"Take one in the morning, and a good-night to you, my dear," he said,
dismissing his patient with a hearty kiss.
Then, as she vanished, he put both hands into his hair, exclaiming, with a
comical mixture of anxiety and amusement,
"When I think what I have undertaken, I declare to you, aunt, I feel like
running away and not coming back till Rose is eighteen!"
Chapter 5—A Belt and a Box
When Rose came out of her chamber, cup in hand, next morning, the first
person she saw was Uncle Alec standing on the threshold of the room opposite,
which he appeared to be examining with care. When he heard her step, he turned
about and began to sing,
"Where are you going, my pretty maid?"
"I'm going a-milking, sir, she said," answered Rose, waving the cup; and then
they finished the verse together in fine style.
Before either spoke, a head, in a nightcap so large and beruffled that it
looked like a cabbage, popped out of a room farther down the hall, and an
astonished voice exclaimed,
"What in the world are you doing about so early?"
"Clearing our pipes for the day, ma'am. Look here, auntie, can I have this
room?" said Dr. Alec, making her a sailor's bow.
"Any room you like, except sister's."
"Thanks. And may I go rummaging round in the garrets and glory-holes to
furnish it as I like?"
"My dear boy, you may turn the house upside down if you will only stay in
it."
"That's a handsome offer, I'm sure. I'll stay, ma'am; here's my little
anchor, so you will get more than you want of me this time."
"That's impossible! Put on your jacket, Rose. Don't tire her out with antics,
Alec. Yes, sister, I'm coming!" and the cabbage vanished suddenly.
The first milking lesson was a droll one; but after several scares and many
vain attempts, Rose at last managed to fill her cup, while Ben held Clover's
tail so that it could not flap, and Dr. Alec kept her from turning to stare at
the new milkmaid, who objected to both these proceedings very much.
"You look chilly in spite of all this laughing. Take a smart run round the
garden and get up a glow," said the doctor, as they left the barn.
"I'm too old for running, uncle; Miss Power said it was not lady-like for
girls in their teens," answered Rose, primly.
"I take the liberty of differing from Madame Prunes and Prisms, and, as your
physician, I order you to run. Off with you!" said Uncle Alec, with a look and a
gesture that made Rose scurry away as fast as she could go.
Anxious to please him, she raced round the beds till she came back to the
porch where he stood, and, dropping down upon the steps, she sat panting, with
cheeks as rosy as the rigolette on her shoulders.
"Very well done, child; I see you have not lost the use of your limbs though
you are in your teens. That belt is too tight; unfasten it, then you can take a
long breath without panting so."
"It isn't tight, sir; I can breathe perfectly well," began Rose, trying to
compose herself.
Her uncle's only answer was to lift her up and unhook the new belt of which
she was so proud. The moment the clasp was open the belt flew apart several
inches, for it was impossible to restrain the involuntary sigh of relief that
flatly contradicted her words.
"Why, I didn't know it was tight! it didn't feel so a bit. Of course it would
open if I puff like this, but I never do, because I hardly ever run," explained
Rose, rather discomfited by this discovery.
"I see you don't half fill your lungs, and so you can wear this absurd thing
without feeling it. The idea of cramping a tender little waist in a stiff band
of leather and steel just when it ought to be growing," said Dr. Alec, surveying
the belt with great disfavour as he put the clasp forward several holes, to
Rose's secret dismay, for she was proud of her slender figure, and daily
rejoiced that she wasn't as stout as Luly Miller, a former schoolmate, who
vainly tried to repress her plumpness.
"It will fall off if it is so loose," she said anxiously, as she stood
watching him pull her precious belt about.
"Not if you keep taking long breaths to hold it on. That is what I want you
to do, and when you have filled this out we will go on enlarging it till your
waist is more like that of Hebe, goddess of health, and less like that of a
fashion-plate the ugliest thing imaginable."
"How it does look!" and Rose gave a glance of scorn at the loose belt hanging
round her trim little waist. "It will be lost, and then I shall feel badly, for
it cost ever so much, and is real steel and Russia leather. Just smell how
nice."
"If it is lost I'll give you a better one. A soft silken sash is much fitter
for a pretty child like you than a plated harness like this; and I've got no end
of Italian scarfs and Turkish sashes among my traps. Ah! that makes you feel
better, doesn't it?" and he pinched the cheek that had suddenly dimpled with a
smile.
"It is very silly of me, but I can't help liking to know that" here she
stopped and blushed and held down her head, ashamed to add, "you think I am
pretty."
Dr. Alec's eyed twinkled, but he said very soberly,
"Rose, are you vain?"
"I'm afraid I am," answered a very meek voice from behind the veil of hair
that hid the red face.
"That is a sad fault." And he sighed as if grieved at the confession.
"I know it is, and I try not to be; but people praise me, and I can't help
liking it, for I really don't think I am repulsive."
The last word and the funny tone in which it was uttered were too much for
Dr. Alec, and he laughed in spite of himself, to Rose's great relief.
"I quite agree with you; and in order that you may be still less repulsive, I
want you to grow as fine a girl as Phebe."
"Phebe!" and Rose looked so amazed that her uncle nearly went off again.
"Yes, Phebe; for she has what you need health. If you dear little girls would
only learn what real beauty is, and not pinch and starve and bleach yourselves
out so, you'd save an immense deal of time and money and pain. A happy soul in a
healthy body makes the best sort of beauty for man or woman. Do you understand
that, my dear?"
"Yes, sir," answered Rose, much taken down by this comparison with the girl
from the poor-house. It nettled her sadly, and she showed that it did by saying
quickly,
"I suppose you would like to have me sweep and scrub, and wear an old brown
dress, and go round with my sleeves rolled up, as Phebe does?"
"I should very much, if you could work as well as she does, and show as
strong a pair of arms as she can. I haven't seen a prettier picture for some
time than she made of herself this morning, up to the elbows in suds, singing
like a blackbird whilst she scrubbed on the back stoop."
"Well, I do think you are the queerest man that ever lived!" was all Rose
could find to say after this display of bad taste.
"I haven't begun to show you my oddities yet, so you must make up your mind
to worse shocks than this," he said, with such a whimsical look that she was
glad the sound of a bell prevented her showing more plainly what a blow her
little vanities had already received.
"You will find your box all open up in auntie's parlor, and there you can
amuse her and yourself by rummaging to your heart's content; I've got to be
cruising round all the morning getting my room to rights," said Dr. Alec, as
they rose from breakfast.
"Can't I help you, uncle?" asked Rose, quite burning to be useful.
"No, thank you, I'm going to borrow Phebe for a while, if Aunt Plenty can
spare her."
"Anybody anything, Alec. You will want me, I know, so I'll give orders about
dinner and be all ready to lend a hand"; and the old lady bustled away full of
interest and good-will.
"Uncle will find that I can do some things that Phebe can't, so now!" thought
Rose, with a toss of the head as she flew to Aunt Peace and the long-desired
box.
Every little girl can easily imagine what an extra good time she had diving
into a sea of treasures and fishing up one pretty thing after another, till the
air was full of the mingled odours of musk and sandalwood, the room gay with
bright colours, and Rose in a rapture of delight. She began to forgive Dr. Alec
for the oatmeal diet when she saw a lovely ivory workbox; became resigned to the
state of her belt when she found a pile of rainbow-coloured sashes; and when she
came to some distractingly pretty bottles of attar of rose, she felt that they
almost atoned for the great sin of thinking Phebe the finer girl of the two.
Dr. Alec meanwhile had apparently taken Aunt Plenty at her word, and was
turning the house upside down. A general revolution was evidently going on in
the green-room, for the dark damask curtains were seen bundling away in Phebe's
arms; the air-tight stove retiring to the cellar on Ben's shoulder; and the
great bedstead going up garret in a fragmentary state, escorted by three
bearers. Aunt Plenty was constantly on the trot among her store-rooms,
camphor-chests, and linen-closets, looking as if the new order of things both
amazed and amused her.
Half the peculiar performances of Dr. Alec cannot be revealed; but as Rose
glanced up from her box now and then she caught glimpses of him striding by,
bearing a bamboo chair, a pair of ancient andirons, a queer Japanese screen, a
rug or two, and finally a large bathing-pan upon his head.
"What a curious room it will be," she said, as she sat resting and refreshing
herself with "Lumps of Delight," all the way from Cairo.
"I fancy you will like it, deary," answered Aunt Peace, looking up with a
smile from some pretty trifle she was making with blue silk and white muslin.
Rose did not see the smile, for just at that moment her uncle paused at the
door, and she sprang up to dance before him, saying, with a face full of
childish happiness,
"Look at me! look at me! I'm splendid I don't know myself. I haven't put
these things on right, I dare say, but I do like them so much!"
"You look as gay as a parrot in your fez and cabaja, and it does my heart
good to see the little black shadow turned into a rainbow," said Uncle Alec,
surveying the bright figure before him with great approbation.
He did not say it, but he thought she made a much prettier picture than Phebe
at the wash-tub, for she had stuck a purple fez on her blonde head, tied several
brilliant scarfs about her waist, and put on a truly gorgeous scarlet jacket
with a golden sun embroidered on the back, a silver moon on the front, and stars
of all sizes on the sleeves. A pair of Turkish slippers adorned her feet, and
necklaces of amber, coral, and filigree hung about her neck, while one hand held
a smelling-bottle, and the other the spicy box of oriental sweetmeats.
"I feel like a girl in the 'Arabian Nights,' and expect to find a magic
carpet or a wonderful talisman somewhere. Only I don't see how I ever can thank
you for all these lovely things," she said, stopping her dance, as if suddenly
oppressed with gratitude.
"I'll tell you how by leaving off the black clothes, that never should have
been kept so long on such a child, and wearing the gay ones I've brought. It
will do your spirits good, and cheer up this sober old house. Won't it, auntie?"
"I think you are right, Alec, and it is fortunate that we have not begun on
her spring clothes yet, for Myra thought she ought not to wear anything brighter
than violet, and she is too pale for that."
"You just let me direct Miss Hemming how to make some of these things. You
will be surprised to see how much I know about piping hems and gathering
arm-holes and shirring biases," began Dr. Alec, patting a pile of muslin, cloth
and silk with a knowing air.
Aunt Peace and Rose laughed so that he could not display his knowledge any
farther, till they stopped, when he said good-naturedly,
"That will go a great way toward filling out the belt, so laugh away,
Morgiana, and I'll go back to my work, or I never shall be done."
"I couldn't help it, 'shirred biases' were so very funny!" Rose said, as she
turned to her box after the splendid laugh. "But really, auntie," she added
soberly, "I feel as if I ought not to have so many nice things. I suppose it
wouldn't do to give Phebe some of them? Uncle might not like it."
"He would not mind; but they are not suitable for Phebe. Some of the dresses
you are done with would be more useful, if they can be made over to fit her,"
answered Aunt Peace in the prudent, moderate tone which is so trying to our
feelings when we indulge in little fits of charitable enthusiasm.
"I'd rather give her new ones, for I think she is a little bit proud and
might not like old things. If she was my sister it would do, because sisters
don't mind, but she isn't, and that makes it bad, you see. I know how I can
manage beautifully; I'll adopt her!" and Rose looked quite radiant with this new
idea.
"I'm afraid you could not do it legally till you are older, but you might see
if she likes the plan, and at any rate you can be very kind to her, for in one
sense we are all sisters, and should help one another."
The sweet old face looked at her so kindly that Rose was fired with a desire
to settle the matter at once, and rushed away to the kitchen, just as she was.
Phebe was there, polishing up the antique andirons so busily that she started
when a voice cried out: "Smell that, taste this, and look at me!"
Phebe sniffed attar of rose, crunched the "Lump of Delight" tucked into her
mouth, and stared with all her eyes at little Morgiana prancing about the room
like a brilliant paroquet.
"My stars, ain't you splendid!" was all she could say, holding up two dusty
hands.
"I've got heaps of lovely things upstairs, and I'll show them all to you, and
I'd go halves, only auntie thinks they wouldn't be useful, so I shall give you
something else; and you won't mind, will you? because I want to adopt you as
Arabella was in the story. Won't that be nice?"
"Why, Miss Rose, have you lost your wits?"
No wonder Phebe asked, for Rose talked very fast, and looked so odd in her
new costume, and was so eager she could not stop to explain. Seeing Phebe's
bewilderment, she quieted down and said, with a pretty air of earnestness,
"It isn't fair that I should have so much and you so little, and I want to be
as good to you as if you were my sister, for Aunt Peace says we are all sisters
really. I thought if I adopted you as much as I can now, it would be nicer. Will
you let me, please?"
To Rose's great surprise, Phebe sat down on the floor and hid her face in her
apron for a minute without answering a word.
"Oh, dear, now she's offended, and I don't know what to do," thought Rose,
much discouraged by this reception of her offer.
"Please, forgive me; I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, and hope you won't
think—" she faltered presently, feeling that she must undo the mischief, if
possible.
But Phebe gave her another surprise, by dropping the apron and showing a face
all smiles, in spite of tears in the eyes, as she put both arms round Rose and
said, with a laugh and sob,
"I think you are the dearest girl in the world, and I'll let you do anything
you like with me."
"Then you do like the plan? You didn't cry because I seemed to be kind of
patronising? I truly didn't mean to be," cried Rose, delighted.
"I guess I do like it! and cried because no one was ever so good to me
before, and I couldn't help it. As for patronising, you may walk on me if you
want to, and I won't mind," said Phebe, in a burst of gratitude, for the words,
"we are sisters" went straight to her lonely heart and nestled there.
"Well, now, we can play I'm a good sprite out of the box, or, what is better,
a fairy godmother come down the chimney, and you are Cinderella, and must say
what you want," said Rose, trying to put the question delicately.
Phebe understood that, for she had a good deal of natural refinement, though
she did come from the poor-house.
"I don't feel as if I wanted anything now, Miss Rose, but to find some way of
thanking you for all you've done," she said, rubbing off a tear that went
rolling down the bridge of her nose in the most unromantic way.
"Why, I haven't done anything but given you a bit of candy! Here, have some
more, and eat 'em while you work, and think what I can do. I must go and clear
up, so good-bye, and don't forget I've adopted you."
"You've given me sweeter things than candy, and I'm not likely to forget it."
And carefully wiping off the brick-dust, Phebe pressed the little hand Rose
offered warmly in both her hard ones, while the black eyes followed the
departing visitor with a grateful look that made them very soft and bright.
Chapter 6—Uncle Alec's Room
Soon after dinner, and before she had got acquainted with half her new
possessions, Dr. Alec proposed a drive, to carry round the first instalment of
gifts to the aunts and cousins. Rose was quite ready to go, being anxious to try
a certain soft burnous from the box, which not only possessed a most engaging
little hood, but had funny tassels bobbing in all directions.
The big carriage was full of parcels, and even Ben's seat was loaded with
Indian war clubs, a Chinese kite of immense size, and a pair of polished
ox-horns from Africa. Uncle Alec, very blue as to his clothes, and very brown as
to his face, sat bolt upright, surveying well known places with interest, while
Rose, feeling unusually elegant and comfortable, leaned back folded in her soft
mantle, and played she was an Eastern princess making a royal progress among her
subjects.
At three of the places their calls were brief, for Aunt Myra's catarrh was
unusually bad; Aunt Clara had a room full of company; and Aunt Jane showed such
a tendency to discuss the population, productions, and politics of Europe, Asia
and Africa, that even Dr. Alec was dismayed, and got away as soon as possible.
"Now we will have a good time! I do hope the boys will be at home," said
Rose, with a sigh of relief, as they wound yet higher up the hill to Aunt
Jessie's.
"I left this for the last call, so that we might find the lads just in from
school. Yes, there is Jamie on the gate watching for us; now you'll see the Clan
gather; they are always swarming about together."
The instant Jamie saw the approaching guests he gave a shrill whistle, which
was answered by echoes from meadow, house and barn, as the cousins came running
from all directions, shouting, "Hooray for Uncle Alec!" They went at the
carriage like highwaymen, robbed it of every parcel, took the occupants
prisoners, and marched them into the house with great exultation.
"Little Mum! little Mum! here they are with lots of goodies! Come down and
see the fun right away! Quick!" bawled Will and Geordie amidst a general ripping
off of papers and a reckless cutting of strings that soon turned the tidy room
into a chaos.
Down came Aunt Jessie with her pretty cap half on, but such a beaming face
below it that one rather thought the fly-away head-gear an improvement than
otherwise. She had hardly time to greet Rose and the doctor before the boys were
about her, each clamouring for her to see his gift and rejoice over it with him,
for "little Mum" went halves in everything. The great horns skirmished about her
as if to toss her to the ceiling; the war clubs hurtled over her head as if to
annihilate her; an amazing medley from the four quarters of the globe filled her
lap, and seven excited boys all talked to her at once.
But she liked it; oh dear, yes! and sat smiling, admiring, and explaining,
quite untroubled by the din, which made Rose cover up her ears and Dr. Alec
threaten instant flight if the riot was not quelled. That threat produced a
lull, and while the uncle received thanks in one corner, the aunt had some
little confidences made to her in the other.
"Well, dear, and how are things going with you now? Better, I hope, than they
were a week ago."
"Aunt Jessie, I think I'm going to be very happy, now uncle has come. He does
the queerest things, but he is so good to me I can't help loving him"; and,
nestling closer to little Mum, Rose told all that had happened, ending with a
rapturous account of the splendid box.
"I am very glad, dear. But, Rose, I must warn you of one thing; don't let
uncle spoil you."
"But I like to be spoilt, auntie."
"I don't doubt it; but if you turn out badly when the year is over he will be
blamed, and his experiment prove a failure. That would be a pity, wouldn't it?
when he wants to do so much for you, and can do it if his kind heart does not
get in the way of his good judgment."
"I never thought of that, and I'll try not to be spoilt. But how can I help
it?" asked Rose anxiously.
"By not complaining of the wholesome things he wants you to do; by giving him
cheerful obedience as well as love; and even making some small sacrifices for
his sake."
"I will, I truly will! and when I get in a worry about things may I come to
you? Uncle told me to, and I feel as if I shouldn't be afraid."
"You may, darling; this is the place where little troubles are best cured,
and this is what mothers are for, I fancy"; and Aunt Jessie drew the curly head
to her shoulder with a tender look that proved how well she knew what medicine
the child most needed.
It was so sweet and comfortable that Rose sat still enjoying it till a little
voice said,
"Mamma, don't you think Pokey would like some of my shells? Rose gave Phebe
some of her nice things, and it was very good of her. Can I?"
"Who is Pokey?" asked Rose, popping up her head, attracted by the odd name.
"My dolly; do you want to see her?" asked Jamie, who had been much impressed
by the tale of adoption he had overheard.
"Yes; I'm fond of dollies, only don't tell the boys, or they will laugh at
me."
"They don't laugh at me, and they play with my dolly a great deal; but she
likes me best"; and Jamie ran away to produce his pet.
"I brought my old doll, but I keep her hidden because I am too big to play
with her, and yet I can't bear to throw her away, I'm so fond of her," said
Rose, continuing her confidences in a whisper.
"You can come and play with Jamie's whenever you like, for we believe in
dollies up here," began Aunt Jessie, smiling to herself as if something amused
her.
Just then Jamie came back, and Rose understood the smile, for his dolly
proved to be a pretty four-year-old little girl, who trotted in as fast as her
fat legs would carry her, and making straight for the shells, scrambled up an
armful, saying, with a laugh that showed her little white teeth,
"All for Dimmy and me, for Dimmy and me!"
"That's my dolly; isn't she a nice one?" asked Jamie, proudly surveying his
pet with his hands behind him and his short legs rather far apart a manly
attitude copied from his brothers.
"She is a dear dolly. But why call her Pokey?" asked Rose, charmed with the
new plaything.
"She is such an inquisitive little body she is always poking that mite of a
nose into everything; and as Paul Pry did not suit, the boys fell to calling her
Pokey. Not a pretty name, but very expressive."
It certainly was, for, having examined the shells, the busy tot laid hold of
everything she could find, and continued her researches till Archie caught her
sucking his carved ivory chessmen to see if they were not barley sugar. Rice
paper pictures were also discovered crumpled up in her tiny pocket, and she
nearly smashed Will's ostrich egg by trying to sit upon it.
"Here, Jim, take her away; she's worse than the puppies, and we can't have
her round," commanded the elder brother, picking her up and handing her over to
the little fellow, who received her with open arms and the warning remark,
"You'd better mind what you do, for I'm going to 'dopt Pokey like Rose did
Phebe, and then you'll have to be very good to her, you big fellows."
"'Dopt away, baby, and I'll give you a cage to keep her in, or you won't have
her long, for she is getting worse than a monkey"; and Archie went back to his
mates, while Aunt Jessie, foreseeing a crisis, proposed that Jamie should take
his dolly home, as she was borrowed, and it was time her visit ended.
"My dolly is better than yours, isn't she? 'cause she can walk and talk and
sing and dance, and yours can't do anything, can she?" asked Jamie with pride,
as he regarded his Pokey, who just then had been moved to execute a funny little
jig and warble the well-known couplet, "'Puss-tat, puss-tat, where you been?'
'I been Lunnin, to saw a Tween."'
After which superb display she retired, escorted by Jamie, both making a
fearful din blowing on conch shells.
"We must tear ourselves away, Rose, because I want to get you home before
sunset. Will you come for a drive, Jessie?" said Dr. Alec, as the music died
away in the distance.
"No, thank you; but I see the boys want a scamper, so, if you don't mind,
they may escort you home, but not go in. That is only allowed on holidays."
The words were hardly out of Aunt Jessie's mouth when Archie said, in a tone
of command,
"Pass the word, lads. Boot and saddle, and be quick about it."
"All right!" And in a moment not a vestige of boy remained but the litter on
the floor.
The cavalcade went down the hill at a pace that made Rose cling to her
uncle's arm, for the fat old horses got excited by the antics of the ponies
careering all about them, and went as fast as they could pelt, with the gay
dog-cart rattling in front, for Archie and Charlie scorned shelties since this
magnificent equipage had been set up. Ben enjoyed the fun, and the lads cut up
capers till Rose declared that "circus" was the proper name for them after all.
When they reached the house they dismounted, and stood, three on each side
the steps, in martial attitudes, while her ladyship was handed out with great
elegance by Uncle Alec. Then the Clan saluted, mounted at word of command, and
with a wild whoop tore down the avenue in what they considered the true Arab
style.
"That was splendid, now it is safely ended," said Rose, skipping up the steps
with her head over her shoulder to watch the dear tassels bob about.
"I shall get you a pony as soon as you are a little stronger," said Dr. Alec,
watching her with a smile.
"Oh, I couldn't ride one of those horrid, frisky little beasts! They roll
their eyes and bounce about so, I should die of fright," cried Rose, clasping
her hands tragically.
"Are you a coward?"
"About horses I am."
"Never mind, then; come and see my new room"; and he led the way upstairs
without another word.
As Rose followed she remembered her promise to Aunt Jessie, and was sorry she
had objected so decidedly. She was a great deal more sorry five minutes later,
and well she might be.
"Now, take a good look, and tell me what you think of it," said Dr. Alec,
opening the door and letting her enter before him, while Phebe was seen whisking
down the backstairs with a dust-pan.
Rose walked to the middle of the room, stood still, and gazed about her with
eyes that brightened as they looked, for all was changed.
This chamber had been built out over the library to suit some fancy, and had
been unused for years, except at Christmas times, when the old house overflowed.
It had three windows one to the east, that overlooked the bay; one to the south,
where the horse-chestnuts waved their green fans; and one to the west, towards
the hill and the evening sky. A ruddy sunset burned there now, filling the room
with an enchanted glow; the soft murmur of the sea was heard, and a robin
chirped "Good-night!" among the budding trees.
Rose saw and heard these things first, and felt their beauty with a child's
quick instinct; then her eye took in the altered aspect of the room, once so
shrouded, still and solitary, now so full of light and warmth and simple luxury.
India matting covered the floor, with a gay rug here and there; the antique
andirons shone on the wide hearth, where a cheery blaze dispelled the dampness
of the long-closed room. Bamboo lounges and chairs stood about, and quaint
little tables in cosy corners; one bearing a pretty basket, one a desk, and on a
third lay several familiar-looking books. In a recess stood a narrow white bed,
with a lovely Madonna hanging over it. The Japanese screen half-folded back
showed a delicate toilet service of blue and white set forth on a marble slab,
and near by was the great bath-pan, with Turkish towels and a sponge as big as
Rose's head.
"Uncle must love cold water like a duck," she thought, with a shiver.
Then her eye went on to the tall cabinet, where a half-open door revealed a
tempting array of the drawers, shelves and "cubby holes," which so delight the
hearts of children.
"What a grand place for my new things," she thought, wondering what her uncle
kept in that cedar retreat.
"Oh me, what a sweet toilet table!" was her next mental exclamation, as she
approached this inviting spot.
A round old-fashioned mirror hung over it, with a gilt eagle a-top, holding
in his beak the knot of blue ribbon that tied up a curtain of muslin falling on
either side of the table, where appeared little ivory-handled brushes, two
slender silver candle-sticks, a porcelain match-box, several pretty trays for
small matters, and, most imposing of all, a plump blue silk cushion,
coquettishly trimmed with lace, and pink rose-buds at the corners.
That cushion rather astonished Rose; in fact, the whole table did, and she
was just thinking, with a sly smile,
"Uncle is a dandy, but I never should have guessed it," when he opened the
door of a large closet, saying, with a careless wave of the hand,
"Men like plenty of room for their rattle-traps; don't you think that ought
to satisfy me?"
Rose peeped in and gave a start, though all she saw was what one usually
finds in closets clothes and boots, boxes and bags. Ah! but you see these
clothes were small black and white frocks; the row of little boots that stood
below had never been on Dr. Alec's feet; the green bandbox had a gray veil
straying out of it, and yes! the bag hanging on the door was certainly her own
piece-bag, with a hole in one corner. She gave a quick look round the room and
understood now why it had seemed too dainty for a man, why her Testament and
Prayer Book were on the table by the bed, and what those rose-buds meant on the
blue cushion. It came upon her in one delicious burst that this little paradise
was all for her, and, not knowing how else to express her gratitude, she caught
Dr. Alec round the neck, saying impetuously,
"O uncle, you are too good to me! I'll do anything you ask me; ride wild
horses and take freezing baths and eat bad-tasting messes, and let my clothes
hang on me, to show how much I thank you for this dear, sweet, lovely room!"
"You like it, then? But why do you think it is yours, my lass?" asked Dr.
Alec, as he sat down looking well pleased, and drew his excited little niece to
his knee.
"I don't think, I know it is for me; I see it in your face, and I feel as if
I didn't half deserve it. Aunt Jessie said you would spoil me, and I must not
let you. I'm afraid this looks like it, and perhaps oh me! perhaps I ought not
to have this beautiful room after all!" and Rose tried to look as if she could
be heroic enough to give it up if it was best.
"I owe Mrs. Jessie one for that," said Dr. Alec, trying to frown, though in
his secret soul he felt that she was quite right. Then he smiled that cordial
smile, which was like sunshine on his brown face, as he said,
"This is part of the cure, Rose, and I put you here that you might take my
three great remedies in the best and easiest way. Plenty of sun, fresh air, and
cold water; also cheerful surroundings, and some work; for Phebe is to show you
how to take care of this room, and be your little maid as well as friend and
teacher. Does that sound hard and disagreeable to you, dear?"
"No, sir; very, very pleasant, and I'll do my best to be a good patient. But
I really don't think anyone could be sick in this delightful room," she said,
with a long sigh of happiness as her eye went from one pleasant object to
another.
"Then you like my sort of medicine better than Aunt Myra's, and don't want to
throw it out of the window, hey?"
Chapter 7—A Trip to China
"Come, little girl, I've got another dose for you. I fancy you won't take it
as well as you did the last, but you will like it better after a while," said
Dr. Alec, about a week after the grand surprise.
Rose was sitting in her pretty room, where she would gladly have spent all
her time if it had been allowed; but she looked up with a smile, for she had
ceased to fear her uncle's remedies, and was always ready to try a new one. The
last had been a set of light gardening tools, with which she had helped him put
the flower-beds in order, learning all sorts of new and pleasant things about
the plants as she worked, for, though she had studied botany at school, it
seemed very dry stuff compared with Uncle Alec's lively lesson.
"What is it now?" she asked, shutting her work-box without a murmur.
"Salt-water."
"How must I take it?"
"Put on the new suit Miss Hemming sent home yesterday, and come down to the
beach; then I'll show you."
"Yes, sir," answered Rose obediently, adding to herself, with a shiver, as he
went off: "It is too early for bathing, so I know it is something to do with a
dreadful boat."
Putting on the new suit of blue flannel, prettily trimmed with white, and the
little sailor-hat with long streamers, diverted her mind from the approaching
trial, till a shrill whistle reminded her that her uncle was waiting. Away she
ran through the garden, down the sandy path, out upon the strip of beach that
belonged to the house, and here she found Dr. Alec busy with a slender red and
white boat that lay rocking on the rising tide.
"That is a dear little boat; and 'Bonnie Belle' is a pretty name," she said,
trying not to show how nervous she felt.
"It is for you; so sit in the stern and learn to steer, till you are ready to
learn to row."
"Do all boats wiggle about in that way?" she asked, lingering as if to tie
her hat more firmly.
"Oh, yes, pitch about like nutshells when the sea is a bit rough," answered
her sailor uncle, never guessing her secret woe.
"Is it rough to-day?"
"Not very; it looks a trifle squally to the eastward, but we are all right
till the wind changes. Come."
"Can you swim, uncle?" asked Rose, clutching at his arm as he took her hand.
"Like a fish. Now then."
"Oh, please hold me very tight till I get there! Why do you have the stern so
far away?" and, stifling several squeaks of alarm in her passage, Rose crept to
the distant seat, and sat there holding on with both hands and looking as if she
expected every wave to bring a sudden shipwreck.
Uncle Alec took no notice of her fear, but patiently instructed her in the
art of steering, till she was so absorbed in remembering which was starboard and
which larboard, that she forgot to say "OW!" every time a big wave slapped
against the boat.
"Now where shall we go?" she asked, as the wind blew freshly in her face, and
a few, long swift strokes sent them half across the little bay.
"Suppose we go to China?"
"Isn't that rather a long voyage?"
"Not as I go. Steer round the Point into the harbour, and I'll give you a
glimpse of China in twenty minutes or so."
"I should like that!" and Rose sat wondering what he meant, while she enjoyed
the new sights all about her.
Behind them the green Aunt-hill sloped gently upward to the grove at the top,
and all along the seaward side stood familiar houses, stately, cosy, or
picturesque. As they rounded the Point, the great bay opened before them full of
shipping, and the city lay beyond, its spires rising above the tall masts with
their gay streamers.
"Are we going there?" she asked, for she had never seen this aspect of the
rich and busy old city before.
"Yes. Uncle Mac has a ship just in from Hong Kong, and I thought you would
like to go and see it."
"Oh, I should. I love dearly to go poking about in the warehouses with Uncle
Mac; everything is so curious and new to me; and I'm specially interested in
China because you have been there."
"I'll show you two genuine Chinamen who have just arrived. You will like to
welcome Whang Lo and Fun See, I'm sure."
"Don't ask me to speak to them, uncle; I shall be sure to laugh at the odd
names and the pig-tails and the slanting eyes. Please let me just trot round
after you; I like that best."
"Very well; now steer toward the wharf where the big ship with the queer flag
is. That's the 'Rajah,' and we will go aboard if we can."
In among the ships they went, by the wharves where the water was green and
still, and queer barnacles grew on the slippery piles. Odd smells saluted her
nose, and odd sights met her eyes, but Rose liked it all, and played she was
really landing in Hong Kong when they glided up to the steps in the shadow of
the tall "Rajah." Boxes and bales were rising out of the hold and being carried
into the warehouse by stout porters, who tugged and bawled and clattered about
with small trucks, or worked cranes with iron claws that came down and clutched
heavy weights, whisking them aloft to where wide doors like mouths swallowed
them up.
Dr. Alec took her aboard the ship, and she had the satisfaction of poking her
inquisitive little nose into every available corner, at the risk of being
crushed, lost, or drowned.
"Well, child, how would you like to take a voyage round the world with me in
a jolly old craft like this?" asked her uncle, as they rested a minute in the
captain's cabin.
"I should like to see the world, but not in such a small, untidy, smelly
place as this. We would go in a yacht all clean and comfortable; Charlie says
that is the proper way," answered Rose, surveying the close quarters with little
favour.
"You are not a true Campbell if you don't like the smell of tar and
salt-water, nor Charlie either, with his luxurious yacht. Now come ashore and
chin-chin with the Celestials."
After a delightful progress through the great warehouse, peeping and picking
as they went, they found Uncle Mac and the yellow gentlemen in his private room,
where samples, gifts, curiosities, and newly arrived treasures of all sorts were
piled up in pleasing pro-fusion and con-fusion.
As soon as possible Rose retired to a corner, with a porcelain god on one
side, a green dragon on the other, and, what was still more embarrassing, Fun
See sat on a tea-chest in front, and stared at her with his beady black eyes
till she did not know where to look.
Mr. Whang Lo was an elderly gentleman in American costume, with his pig-tail
neatly wound round his head. He spoke English, and was talking busily with Uncle
Mac in the most commonplace way so Rose considered him a failure. But Fun See
was delightfully Chinese from his junk-like shoes to the button on his pagoda
hat; for he had got himself up in style, and was a mass of silk jackets and
slouchy trousers. He was short and fat, and waddled comically; his eyes were
very "slanting," as Rose said; his queue was long, so were his nails; his yellow
face was plump and shiny, and he was altogether a highly satisfactory Chinaman.
Uncle Alec told her that Fun See had come out to be educated and could only
speak a little pigeon English; so she must be kind to the poor fellow, for he
was only a lad, though he looked nearly as old as Mr. Whang Lo. Rose said she
would be kind; but had not the least idea how to entertain the queer guest, who
looked as if he had walked out of one of the rice-paper landscapes on the wall,
and sat nodding at her so like a toy Mandarin that she could hardly keep sober.
In the midst of her polite perplexity, Uncle Mac saw the two young people
gazing wistfully at one another, and seemed to enjoy the joke of this making
acquaintance under difficulties. Taking a box from his table, he gave it to Fun
See, with an order that seemed to please him very much.
Descending from his perch, he fell to unpacking it with great neatness and
despatch, while Rose watched him, wondering what was going to happen. Presently,
out from the wrappings came a teapot, which caused her to clasp her hands with
delight, for it was made in the likeness of a plump little Chinaman. His hat was
the cover, his queue the handle, and his pipe the nose. It stood upon feet in
shoes turned up at the toes, and the smile on the fat, sleepy face was so like
that on Fun's when he displayed the teapot, that Rose couldn't help laughing,
which pleased him much.
Two pretty cups with covers, and a fine scarlet tray completed the set, and
made one long to have a "dish of tea," even in Chinese style, without cream or
sugar.
When he had arranged them on a little table before her, Fun signified in
pantomime that they were hers, from her uncle. She returned her thanks in the
same way, whereupon he returned to his tea-chest, and, having no other means of
communication, they sat smiling and nodding at one another in an absurd sort of
way till a new idea seemed to strike Fun. Tumbling off his seat, he waddled away
as fast as his petticoats permitted, leaving Rose hoping that he had not gone to
get a roasted rat, a stewed puppy, or any other foreign mess which civility
would oblige her to eat.
While she waited for her funny new friend, she improved her mind in a way
that would have charmed Aunt Jane. The gentlemen were talking over all sorts of
things, and she listened attentively, storing up much of what she heard, for she
had an excellent memory, and longed to distinguish herself by being able to
produce some useful information when reproached with her ignorance.
She was just trying to impress upon her mind that Amoy was two hundred and
eighty miles from Hong Kong, when Fun came scuffling back, bearing what she
thought was a small sword, till he unfurled an immense fan, and presented it
with a string of Chinese compliments, the meaning of which would have amused her
even more than the sound, if she could have understood it.
She had never seen such an astonishing fan, and at once became absorbed in
examining it. Of course, there was no perspective whatever, which only gave it a
peculiar charm to Rose, for in one place a lovely lady, with blue
knitting-needles in her hair, sat directly upon the spire of a stately pagoda.
In another charming view a brook appeared to flow in at the front door of a
stout gentleman's house, and out at his chimney. In a third a zig-zag wall went
up into the sky like a flash of lightning, and a bird with two tails was
apparently brooding over a fisherman whose boat was just going aground upon the
moon.
It was altogether a fascinating thing, and she would have sat wafting it to
and fro all the afternoon, to Fun's great satisfaction, if Dr. Alec's attention
had not suddenly been called to her by a breeze from the big fan that blew his
hair into his eyes, and reminded him that they must go. So the pretty china was
repacked, Rose furled her fan, and with several parcels of choice teas for the
old ladies stowed away in Dr. Alec's pockets, they took their leave, after Fun
had saluted them with "the three bendings and the nine knockings," as they
salute the Emperor, or "Son of Heaven," at home.
"I feel as if I had really been to China, and I'm sure I look so," said Rose,
as they glided out of the shadow of the "Rajah."
She certainly did, for Mr. Whang Lo had given her a Chinese umbrella; Uncle
Alec had got some lanterns to light up her balcony; the great fan lay in her
lap, and the tea-set reposed at her feet.
"This is not a bad way to study geography, is it?" asked her uncle, who had
observed her attention to the talk.
"It is a very pleasant way, and I really think I have learned more about
China to-day than in all the lessons I had at school, though I used to rattle
off the answers as fast as I could go. No one explained anything to us, so all I
remember is that tea and silk come from there, and the women have little bits of
feet. I saw Fun looking at mine, and he must have thought them perfectly
immense," answered Rose, surveying her stout boots with sudden contempt.
"We will have out the maps and the globe, and I'll show you some of my
journeys, telling stories as we go. That will be next best to doing it
actually."
"You are so fond of travelling, I should think it would be very dull for you
here, uncle. Do you know, Aunt Plenty says she is sure you will be off in a year
or two."
"Very likely."
"Oh, me! what shall I do then?" sighed Rose, in a tone of despair that made
Uncle Alec's face brighten with a look of genuine pleasure as he said
significantly,
"Next time I go I shall take my little anchor with me. How will that suit?"
"Really, uncle?"
"Really, niece."
Rose gave a little bounce of rapture which caused the boat to "wiggle" in a
way that speedily quieted her down. But she sat beaming joyfully and trying to
think which of some hundred questions she would ask first, when Dr. Alec said,
pointing to a boat that was coming up behind them in great style,
"How well those fellows row! Look at them, and take notes for your own use by
and by."
The "Stormy Petrel" was manned by half a dozen jaunty looking sailors, who
made a fine display of blue shirts and shiny hats, with stars and anchors in
every direction.
"How beautifully they go, and they are only boys. Why, I do believe they are
our boys! Yes, I see Charlie laughing over his shoulder. Row, uncle, row! Oh,
please do, and not let them catch up with us!" cried Rose, in such a state of
excitement that the new umbrella nearly went overboard.
"All right, here we go!" and away they did go with a long steady sweep of the
oars that carried the "Bonnie Belle" through the water with a rush.
The lads pulled their prettiest, but Dr. Alec would have reached the Point
first, if Rose, in her flurry, had not retarded him by jerking the rudder ropes
in a most unseamanlike way, and just as she got right again her hat blew off.
That put an end to the race, and while they were still fishing for the hat the
other boat came alongside, with all the oars in the air, and the jolly young
tars ready for a frolic.
"Did you catch a crab, uncle?"
"No, a blue-fish," he answered, as the dripping hat was landed on a seat to
dry.
"What have you been doing?"
"Seeing Fun."
"Good for you, Rose! I know what you mean. We are going to have him up to
show us how to fly the big kite, for we can't get the hang of it. Isn't he great
fun, though?"
"No, little Fun."
"Come, stop joking, and show us what you've got."
"You'd better hoist that fan for a sail."
"Lend Dandy your umbrella; he hates to burn his pretty nose."
"I say, uncle, are you going to have a Feast of Lanterns?"
"No, I'm going to have a feast of bread and butter, for it's tea-time. If
that black cloud doesn't lie, we shall have a gust before long, so you had
better get home as soon as you can, or your mother will be anxious, Archie."
"Ay, ay, skipper. Good-night, Rose; come out often, and we'll teach you all
there is to know about rowing," was Charlie's modest invitation.
Then the boats parted company, and across the water from the "Petrel's" crew
came a verse from one of the Nonsense songs in which the boys delighted. "Oh, Timballoo! how happy we are,
We live in a sieve and a crockery jar!
And all night long, in the starlight pale,
We sail away, with a pea-green sail,
And whistle and warble a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong.
Far and few, far and few
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a sieve."
Chapter 8—And what came of it
"Uncle, could you lend me a ninepence? I'll return it as soon as I get my
pocket-money," said Rose, coming into the library in a great hurry that evening.
"I think I could, and I won't charge any interest for it, so you need not be
in any hurry to repay me. Come back here and help me settle these books if you
have nothing pleasanter to do," answered Dr. Alec, handing out the money with
that readiness which is so delightful when we ask small loans.
"I'll come in a minute; I've been longing to fix my books, but didn't dare to
touch them, because you always shake your head when I read."
"I shall shake my head when you write, if you don't do it better than you did
in making out this catalogue."
"I know it's bad, but I was in a hurry when I did it, and I am in one now."
And away went Rose, glad to escape a lecture.
But she got it when she came back, for Uncle Alec was still knitting his
brows over the list of books, and sternly demanded, pointing to a tipsy-looking
title staggering down the page,
"Is that meant for 'Pulverized Bones,' ma'am?"
"No, sir; it's 'Paradise Lost.'"
"Well, I'm glad to know it, for I began to think you were planning to study
surgery or farming. And what is this, if you please? 'Babies' Aprons' is all I
can make of it."
Rose looked hard at the scrawl, and presently announced, with an air of
superior wisdom,
"Oh, that's 'Bacon's Essays.'"
"Miss Power did not teach anything so old-fashioned as writing, I see. Now
look at this memorandum Aunt Plenty gave me, and see what a handsome plain hand
that is. She went to a dame-school and learnt a few useful things well; that is
better than a smattering of half a dozen so-called higher branches, I take the
liberty of thinking."
"Well, I'm sure I was considered a bright girl at school, and learned
everything I was taught. Luly and me were the first in all our classes, and
'specially praised for our French and music and those sort of things," said
Rose, rather offended at Uncle Alec's criticism.
"I dare say; but if your French grammar was no better than your English, I
think the praise was not deserved, my dear."
"Why, uncle, we did study English grammar, and I could parse beautifully.
Miss Power used to have us up to show off when people came. I don't see but I
talk as right as most girls."
"I dare say you do, but we are all too careless about our English. Now, think
a minute, and tell me if these expressions are correct 'Luly and me,' 'those
sort of things,' and 'as right as most girls.'"
Rose pulled her pet curl and put up her lip, but had to own that she was
wrong, and said meekly, after a pause which threatened to be sulky,
"I suppose I should have said 'Luly and I,' in that case, and 'that sort of
things' and 'rightly,' though 'correctly' would have been a better word, I
guess."
"Thank you; and if you will kindly drop 'I guess,' I shall like my little
Yankee all the better. Now, see here, Rosy, I don't pretend to set myself up for
a model in anything, and you may come down on my grammar, manners or morals as
often as you think I'm wrong, and I'll thank you. I've been knocking about the
world for years, and have got careless, but I want my girl to be what I call
well-educated, even if she studies nothing but the three 'Rs' for a year to
come. Let us be thorough, no matter how slowly we go."
He spoke so earnestly and looked so sorry to have ruffled her that Rose went
and sat on the arm of his chair, saying, with a pretty air of penitence,
"I'm sorry I was cross, uncle, when I ought to thank you for taking so much
interest in me. I guess no, I think you are right about being thorough, for I
used to understand a great deal better when papa taught me a few lessons than
when Miss Power hurried me through so many. I declare my head used to be such a
jumble of French and German, history and arithmetic, grammar and music, I used
to feel sometimes as if it would split. I'm sure I don't wonder it ached." And
she held on to it as if the mere memory of the "jumble" made it swim.
"Yet that is considered an excellent school, I find, and I dare say it would
be if the benighted lady did not think it necessary to cram her pupils like
Thanks-giving turkeys, instead of feeding them in a natural and wholesome way.
It is the fault with most American schools, and the poor little heads will go on
aching till we learn better."
This was one of Dr. Alec's hobbies, and Rose was afraid he was off for a
gallop, but he reined himself in and gave her thoughts a new turn by saying
suddenly, as he pulled out a fat pocket-book,
"Uncle Mac has put all your affairs into my hands now, and here is your
month's pocket money. You keep your own little accounts, I suppose?"
"Thank you. Yes, Uncle Mac gave me an account book when I went to school, and
I used to put down my expenses, but I couldn't make them go very well, for
figures are the one thing I am not at all clever about," said Rose, rummaging in
her desk for a dilapidated little book, which she was ashamed to show when she
found it.
"Well, as figures are rather important things to most of us, and you may have
a good many accounts to keep some day, wouldn't it be wise to begin at once and
learn to manage your pennies before the pounds come to perplex you?"
"I thought you would do all that fussy part and take care of the pounds, as
you call them. Need I worry about it? I do hate sums, so!"
"I shall take care of things till you are of age, but I mean that you shall
know how your property is managed, and do as much of it as you can by and by;
then you won't be dependent on the honesty of other people."
"Gracious me! as if I wouldn't trust you with millions of billions if I had
them," cried Rose, scandalised at the mere suggestion.
"Ah, but I might be tempted; guardians are sometimes; so you'd better keep
your eye on me, and in order to do that you must learn all about these affairs,"
answered Dr. Alec, as he made an entry in his own very neat account-book.
Rose peeped over his shoulder at it, and then turned to the arithmetical
puzzle in her hand with a sigh of despair.
"Uncle, when you add up your expenses do you ever find you have got more
money than you had in the beginning?"
"No; I usually find that I have a good deal less than I had in the beginning.
Are you troubled in the peculiar way you mention?"
"Yes; it is very curious, but I never can make things come out square."
"Perhaps I can help you," began Uncle Alec, in the most respectful tone.
"I think you had better, for if I have got to keep accounts I may as well
begin in the right way. But please don't laugh! I know I'm very stupid, and my
book is a disgrace, but I never could get it straight." And with great
trepidation, Rose gave up her funny little accounts.
It really was good in Dr. Alec not to laugh, and Rose felt deeply grateful
when he said in a mildly suggestive tone,
"The dollars and cents seem to be rather mixed, perhaps if I just
straightened them out a bit we should find things all right."
"Please do, and then show me on a fresh leaf how to make mine look nice and
ship-shape as yours do."
As Rose stood by him watching the ease with which he quickly brought order
out of chaos, she privately resolved to hunt up her old arithmetic and perfect
herself in the four first rules, with a good tug at fractions, before she read
any more fairy tales.
"Am I a rich girl, uncle?" she asked suddenly, as he was copying a column of
figures.
"Rather a poor one, I should say, since you had to borrow a ninepence."
"That was your fault, because you forgot my pocket-money. But, really, shall
I be rich by and by?"
"I am afraid you will."
"Why afraid, uncle?"
"Too much money is a bad thing."
"But I can give it away, you know; that is always the pleasantest part of
having it I think."
"I'm glad you feel so, for you can do much good with your fortune if you know
how to use it well."
"You shall teach me, and when I am a woman we will set up a school where
nothing but the three R's shall be taught, and all the children live on oatmeal,
and the girls have waists a yard round," said Rose, with a sudden saucy smile
dimpling her cheeks.
"You are an impertinent little baggage, to turn on me in that way right in
the midst of my first attempt at teaching. Never mind, I'll have an extra bitter
dose for you next time, miss."
"I knew you wanted to laugh, so I gave you a chance. Now, I will be good,
master, and do my lesson nicely."
So Dr. Alec had his laugh, and then Rose sat down and took a lesson in
accounts which she never forgot.
"Now come and read aloud to me; my eyes are tired, and it is pleasant to sit
here by the fire while the rain pours outside and Aunt Jane lectures upstairs,"
said Uncle Alec, when last month's accounts had been put in good order and a
fresh page neatly begun.
Rose liked to read aloud, and gladly gave him the chapter in "Nicholas
Nickleby" where the Miss Kenwigses take their French lesson. She did her very
best, feeling that she was being criticised, and hoping that she might not be
found wanting in this as in other things.
"Shall I go on, sir?" she asked very meekly, when the chapter ended.
"If you are not tired, dear. It is a pleasure to hear you, for you read
remarkably well," was the answer that filled her heart with pride and pleasure.
"Do you really think so, uncle? I'm so glad! Papa taught me, and I read for
hours to him, but I thought perhaps, he liked it because he was fond of me."
"So am I; but you really do read unusually well, and I'm very glad of it, for
it is a rare accomplishment, and one I value highly. Come here in this cosy, low
chair; the light is better, and I can pull these curls if you go too fast. I see
you are going to be a great comfort as well as a great credit to your old uncle,
Rosy." And Dr. Alec drew her close beside him with such a fatherly look and tone
that she felt it would be very easy to love and obey him, since he knew how to
mix praise and blame so pleasantly together.
Another chapter was just finished, when the sound of a carriage warned them
that Aunt Jane was about to depart. Before they could go to meet her, however,
she appeared in the doorway looking like an unusually tall mummy in her
waterproof, with her glasses shining like cat's eyes from the depths of the
hood.
"Just as I thought! petting that child to death and letting her sit up late
reading trash. I do hope you feel the weight of the responsibility you have
taken upon yourself, Alec," she said, with a certain grim sort of satisfaction
at seeing things go wrong.
"I think I have a very realising sense of it, sister Jane," answered Dr.
Alec, with a comical shrug of the shoulders and a glance at Rose's bright face.
"It is sad to see a great girl wasting these precious hours so. Now, my boys
have studied all day, and Mac is still at his books, I've no doubt, while you
have not had a lesson since you came, I suspect."
"I've had five to-day, ma'am," was Rose's very unexpected answer.
"I'm glad to hear it; and what were they, pray?" Rose looked very demure as
she replied,
"Navigation, geography, grammar, arithmetic, and keeping my temper."
"Queer lessons, I fancy; and what have you learned from this remarkable
mixture, I should like to know?"
A naughty sparkle came into Rose's eyes as she answered, with a droll look at
her uncle,
"I can't tell you all, ma'am, but I have collected some useful information
about China, which you may like, especially the teas. The best are Lapsing
Souchong, Assam Pekoe, rare Ankoe, Flowery Pekoe, Howqua's mixture, Scented
Caper, Padral tea, black Congou, and green Twankey. Shanghai is on the Woosung
River. Hong Kong means 'Island of Sweet waters.' Singapore is 'Lion's Town.'
'Chops' are the boats they live in; and they drink tea out of little saucers.
Principal productions are porcelain, tea, cinnamon, shawls, tin, tamarinds and
opium. They have beautiful temples and queer gods; and in Canton is the Dwelling
of the Holy Pigs, fourteen of them, very big, and all blind."
The effect of this remarkable burst was immense, especially the fact last
mentioned. It entirely took the wind out of Aunt Jane's sails; it was so sudden,
so varied and unexpected, that she had not a word to say. The glasses remained
fixed full upon Rose for a moment, and then, with a hasty "Oh, indeed!" the
excellent lady bundled into her carriage and drove away, somewhat bewildered and
very much disturbed.
She would have been more so if she had seen her reprehensible brother-in-law
dancing a triumphal polka down the hall with Rose in honour of having silenced
the enemy's battery for once.
Chapter 9—Phebe's Secret
"Why do you keep smiling to yourself, Phebe?" asked Rose, as they were
working together one morning, for Dr. Alec considered house-work the best sort
of gymnastics for girls; so Rose took lessons of Phebe in sweeping, dusting and
bed-making.
"I was thinking about a nice little secret I know, and couldn't help
smiling."
"Shall I know it, sometime?"
"Guess you will."
"Shall I like it?"
"Oh, won't you, though!"
"Will it happen soon?"
"Sometime this week."
"I know what it is! The boys are going to have fireworks on the fourth, and
have got some surprise for me. Haven't they?"
"That's telling."
"Well, I can wait; only tell me one thing is uncle in it?"
"Of course he is; there's never any fun without him."
"Then it's all right, and sure to be nice."
Rose went out on the balcony to shake the rugs, and, having given them a
vigorous beating, hung them on the balustrade to air, while she took a look at
her plants. Several tall vases and jars stood there, and a month of June sun and
rain had worked wonders with the seeds and slips she had planted.
Morning-glories and nasturtiums ran all over the bars, making haste to bloom.
Scarlet beans and honeysuckles were climbing up from below to meet their pretty
neighbours, and the woodbine was hanging its green festoons wherever it could
cling.
The waters of the bay were dancing in the sunshine, a fresh wind stirred the
chestnut-trees with a pleasant sound, and the garden below was full of roses,
butterflies and bees. A great chirping and twittering went on among the birds,
busy with their summer house-keeping, and, far away, the white-winged gulls were
dipping and diving in the sea, where ships, like larger birds, went sailing to
and fro.
"Oh, Phebe, it's such a lovely day, I do wish your fine secret was going to
happen right away! I feel just like having a good time; don't you?" said Rose,
waving her arms as if she was going to fly.
"I often feel that way, but I have to wait for my good times, and don't stop
working to wish for 'em. There, now you can finish as soon as the dust settles;
I must go do my stairs," and Phebe trudged away with the broom, singing as she
went.
Rose leaned where she was, and fell to thinking how many good times she had
had lately, for the gardening had prospered finely, and she was learning to swim
and row, and there were drives and walks, and quiet hours of reading and talk
with Uncle Alec, and, best of all, the old pain and ennui seldom troubled her
now. She could work and play all day, sleep sweetly all night, and enjoy life
with the zest of a healthy, happy child. She was far from being as strong and
hearty as Phebe, but she was getting on; the once pale cheeks had colour in them
now, the hands were growing plump and brown, and the belt was not much too
loose. No one talked to her about her health, and she forgot that she had "no
constitution." She took no medicine but Dr. Alec's three great remedies, and
they seemed to suit her excellently. Aunt Plenty said it was the pills; but, as
no second batch had ever followed the first, I think the old lady was mistaken.
Rose looked worthy of her name as she stood smiling to herself over a happier
secret than any Phebe had a secret which she did not know herself till she found
out, some years later, the magic of good health. "'Look only,' said the brownie,
'At the pretty gown of blue,
At the kerchief pinned about her head,
And at her little shoe,"'
said a voice from below, as a great cabbage-rose came flying against her
cheek.
"What is the princess dreaming about up there in her hanging-garden?" added
Dr. Alec as she flung back a morning-glory.
"I was wishing I could do something pleasant this fine day; something very
new and interesting, for the wind makes me feel frisky and gay."
"Suppose we take a pull over to the Island? I intended to go this afternoon;
but if you feel more like it now, we can be off at once."
"I do! I do! I'll come in fifteen minutes, uncle. I must just scrabble my
room to rights, for Phebe has got a great deal to do."
Rose caught up the rugs and vanished as she spoke, while Dr. Alec went in,
saying to himself, with an indulgent smile,
"It may upset things a trifle, but half a child's pleasure consists in having
their fun when they want it."
Never did duster flap more briskly than the one Rose used that day, and never
was a room "scrabbled" to rights in such haste as hers. Tables and chairs flew
into their places as if alive; curtains shook as if a gale was blowing; china
rattled and small articles tumbled about as if a young earthquake was playing
with them. The boating suit went on in a twinkling, and Rose was off with a hop
and a skip, little dreaming how many hours it would be before she saw her pretty
room again.
Uncle Alec was putting a large basket into the boat when she arrived, and
before they were off Phebe came running down with a queer, knobby bundle done up
in a water-proof.
"We can't eat half that luncheon, and I know we shall not need so many wraps.
I wouldn't lumber the boat up so," said Rose, who still had secret scares when
on the water.
"Couldn't you make a smaller parcel, Phebe?" asked Dr. Alec, eyeing the
bundle suspiciously.
"No, sir, not in such a hurry," and Phebe laughed as she gave a particularly
large knob a good poke.
"Well, it will do for ballast. Don't forget the note to Mrs. Jessie, I beg of
you."
"No, sir. I'll send it right off," and Phebe ran up the bank as if she had
wings to her feet.
"We'll take a look at the lighthouse first, for you have not been there yet,
and it is worth seeing. By the time we have done that it will be pretty warm,
and we will have lunch under the trees on the Island."
Rose was ready for anything, and enjoyed her visit to the lighthouse on the
Point very much, especially climbing up the narrow stairs and going inside the
great lantern. They made a long stay, for Dr. Alec seemed in no hurry to go, and
kept looking through his spy-glass as if he expected to discover something
remarkable on sea or land. It was past twelve before they reached the Island,
and Rose was ready for her lunch long before she got it.
"Now this is lovely! I do wish the boys were here. Won't it be nice to have
them with us all their vacation? Why, it begins to-day, doesn't it? Oh, I wish
I'd remembered it sooner, and perhaps they would have come with us," she said,
as they lay luxuriously eating sandwiches under the old apple-tree.
"So we might. Next time we won't be in such a hurry. I expect the lads will
take our heads off when they find us out," answered Dr. Alec, placidly drinking
cold tea.
"Uncle, I smell a frying sort of a smell," Rose said, pausing suddenly as she
was putting away the remains of the lunch half an hour later.
"So do I; it is fish, I think."
For a moment they both sat with their noses in the air, sniffing like hounds;
then Dr. Alec sprang up, saying with great decision,
"Now, this won't do! No one is permitted on this island without asking leave.
I must see who dares to fry fish on my private property."
Taking the basket on one arm and the bundle on the other, he strode away
towards the traitorous smell, looking as fierce as a lion, while Rose marched
behind under her umbrella.
"We are Robinson Crusoe and his man Friday going to see if the savages have
come," she said presently, for her fancy was full of the dear old stories that
all children love so well.
"And there they are! Two tents and two boats, as I live! These rascals mean
to enjoy themselves, that's evident."
"There ought to be more boats and no tents. I wonder where the prisoners
are?"
"There are traces of them," and Dr. Alec pointed to the heads and tails of
fishes strewn on the grass.
"And there are more," said Rose, laughing, as she pointed to a scarlet heap
of what looked like lobsters.
"The savages are probably eating their victims now; don't you hear the knives
rattle in that tent?"
"We ought to creep up and peep; Crusoe was cautious, you know, and Friday
scared out of his wits," added Rose, still keeping up the joke.
"But this Crusoe is going to pounce upon them, regardless of consequences. If
I am killed and eaten, you seize the basket and run for the boat; there are
provisions enough for your voyage home."
With that Uncle Alec slipped round to the front of the tent and, casting in
the big bundle like a bomb-shell, roared out, in a voice of thunder,
"Pirates, surrender!"
A crash, a shout, a laugh, and out came the savages, brandishing knives and
forks, chicken bones, and tin mugs, and all fell upon the intruder, pommelling
him unmercifully as they cried,
"You came too soon! We are not half ready! You've spoilt it all! Where is
Rose?"
"Here I am," answered a half-stifled voice, and Rose was discovered sitting
on the pile of red flannel bathing clothes, which she had mistaken for lobsters,
and where she had fallen in a fit of merriment when she discovered that the
cannibals were her merry cousins.
"You good-for-nothing boys! You are always bursting out upon me in some
ridiculous way, and I always get taken in because I'm not used to such pranks.
Uncle is as bad as the rest, and it's great fun," she said, as the lads came
round her, half scolding, half welcoming, and wholly enjoying the double
surprise.
"You were not to come till afternoon, and mamma was to be here to receive
you. Everything is in a mess now, except your tent; we got that in order the
first thing, and you can sit there and see us work," said Archie, doing the
honours as usual.
"Rose felt it in her bones, as Dolly says, that something was in the wind,
and wanted to be off at once. So I let her come, and should have kept her away
an hour longer if your fish had not betrayed you," explained Uncle Alec,
subsiding from a ferocious Crusoe into his good-natured self again.
"As this seat is rather damp, I think I'll rise," said Rose, as the
excitement lessened a little.
Several fishy hands helped her up, and Charlie said, as he scattered the
scarlet garments over the grass with an oar,
"We had a jolly good swim before dinner, and I told the Brats to spread these
to dry. Hope you brought your things, Rose, for you belong to the Lobsters, you
know, and we can have no end of fun teaching you to dive and float and tread
water."
"I didn't bring anything—" began Rose, but was interrupted by the Brats
(otherwise Will and Geordie), who appeared bearing the big bundle, so much
demoralised by its fall that a red flannel tunic trailed out at one end and a
little blue dressing-gown at the other, while the knobs proved to be a
toilet-case, rubbers, and a silver mug.
"Oh, that sly Phebe! This was the secret, and she bundled up those things
after I went down to the boat," cried Rose, with sparkling eyes.
"Guess something is smashed inside, for a bit of glass fell out," observed
Will, as they deposited the bundle at her feet.
"Catch a girl going anywhere without a looking-glass. We haven't got one
among the whole lot of us," added Mac, with masculine scorn.
"Dandy has; I caught him touching up his wig behind the trees after our
swim," cut in Geordie, wagging a derisive finger at Steve, who promptly silenced
him by a smart rap on the head with the drum-stick he had just polished off.
"Come, come, you lazy lubbers, fall to work, or we shall not be ready for
mamma. Take Rose's things to her tent, and tell her all about it, Prince. Mac
and Steve, you cut away and bring up the rest of the straw; and you small chaps,
clear off the table, if you have stuffed all you can. Please, uncle, I'd like
your advice about the boundary lines and the best place for the kitchen."
Everyone obeyed the chief, and Rose was escorted to her tent by Charlie, who
devoted himself to her service. She was charmed with her quarters, and still
more so with the programme which he unfolded before her as they worked.
"We always camp out somewhere in vacation, and this year we thought we'd try
the Island. It is handy, and our fireworks will show off well from here."
"Shall we stay over the Fourth? Three whole days! Oh, me! what a frolic it
will be!"
"Bless your heart, we often camp for a week, we big fellows; but this year
the small chaps wanted to come, so we let them. We have great larks, as you'll
see; for we have a cave and play Captain Kidd, and have shipwrecks, and races,
and all sorts of games. Arch and I are rather past that kind of thing now, but
we do it to please the children," added Charlie, with a sudden recollection of
his sixteen years.
"I had no idea boys had such good times. Their plays never seemed a bit
interesting before. But I suppose that was because I never knew any boys very
well, or perhaps you are unusually nice ones," observed Rose, with an artless
air of appreciation that was very flattering.
"We are a pretty clever set, I fancy; but we have a good many advantages, you
see. There are a tribe of us, to begin with; then our family has been here for
ages, and we have plenty of 'spondulics,' so we can rather lord it over the
other fellows, and do as we like. There, ma'am, you can hang your smashed glass
on that nail and do up your back hair as fine as you please. You can have a blue
blanket or a red one, and a straw pillow or an air cushion for your head,
whichever you like. You can trim up to any extent, and be as free and easy as
squaws in a wigwam, for this corner is set apart for you ladies and we never
cross the line uncle is drawing until we ask leave. Anything more I can do for
you, cousin?"
"No, thank you. I think I'll leave the rest till auntie comes, and go and
help you somewhere else, if I may."
"Yes, indeed, come on and see to the kitchen. Can you cook?" asked Charlie,
as he led the way to the rocky nook where Archie was putting up a sail-cloth
awning.
"I can make tea and toast bread."
"Well, we'll shew you how to fry fish, and make chowder. Now you just set
these pots and pans round tastefully, and sort of tidy up a bit, for Aunt Jessie
insists on doing some of the work, and I want it to be decent here."
By four o'clock the camp was in order, and the weary workers settled down on
Lookout Rock to watch for Mrs. Jessie and Jamie, who was never far from mamma's
apron string. They looked like a flock of blue-birds, all being in sailor rig,
with blue ribbon enough flying from the seven hats to have set up a milliner.
Very tuneful blue-birds they were, too, for all the lads sang, and the echo of
their happy voices reached Mrs. Jessie long before she saw them.
The moment the boat hove in sight up went the Island flag, and the
blue-jackets cheered lustily, as they did on every possible occasion, like true
young Americans. This welcome was answered by the flapping of a handkerchief and
the shrill "Rah! Rah! Rah!" of the one small tar who stood in the stern waving
his hat manfully, while a maternal hand clutched him firmly in the rear.
Cleopatra landing from her golden galley never received a heartier greeting
than "Little Mum" as she was borne to her tent by the young folk, for love of
whom she smilingly resigned herself to three days of discomfort; while Jamie
immediately attached himself to Rose, assuring her of his protection from the
manifold perils which might assail them.
Taught by long experience that boys are always hungry, Aunt Jessie soon
proposed supper, and proceeded to get it, enveloped in an immense apron, with an
old hat of Archie's stuck atop of her cap. Rose helped, and tried to be as handy
as Phebe, though the peculiar style of table she had to set made it no easy
task. It was accomplished at last, and a very happy party lay about under the
trees, eating and drinking out of anyone's plate and cup, and quite untroubled
by the frequent appearance of ants and spiders in places which these interesting
insects are not expected to adorn.
"I never thought I should like to wash dishes, but I do," said Rose, as she
sat in a boat after supper lazily rinsing plates in the sea, and rocking
luxuriously as she wiped them.
"Mum is mighty particular; we just give 'em a scrub with sand, and dust 'em
off with a bit of paper. It's much the best way, I think," replied Geordie, who
reposed in another boat alongside.
"How Phebe would like this! I wonder uncle did not have her come."
"I believe he tried to, but Dolly was as cross as two sticks, and said she
couldn't spare her. I'm sorry, for we all like the Phebe bird, and she'd chirp
like a good one out here, wouldn't she?"
"She ought to have a holiday like the rest of us. It's too bad to leave her
out."
This thought came back to Rose several times that evening, for Phebe would
have added much to the little concert they had in the moonlight, would have
enjoyed the stories told, been quick at guessing the conundrums, and laughed
with all her heart at the fun. The merry going to bed would have been the best
of all, for Rose wanted someone to cuddle under the blue blanket with her, there
to whisper and giggle and tell secrets, as girls delight to do.
Long after the rest were asleep, Rose lay wide awake, excited by the novelty
of all about her, and a thought that had come into her mind. Far away she heard
a city clock strike twelve; a large star like a mild eye peeped in at the
opening of the tent, and the soft plash of the waves seemed calling her to come
out. Aunt Jessie lay fast asleep, with Jamie rolled up like a kitten at her
feet, and neither stirred as Rose in her wrapper crept out to see how the world
looked at midnight.
She found it very lovely, and sat down on a cracker keg to enjoy it with a
heart full of the innocent sentiment of her years. Fortunately, Dr. Alec saw her
before she had time to catch cold, for coming out to tie back the door-flap of
his tent for more air, he beheld the small figure perched in the moonlight.
Having no fear of ghosts, he quietly approached, and, seeing that she was wide
awake, said, with a hand on her shining hair,
"What is my girl doing here?"
"Having a good time," answered Rose, not at all startled.
"I wonder what she was thinking about with such a sober look."
"The story you told of the brave sailor who gave up his place on the raft to
the woman, and the last drop of water to the poor baby. People who make
sacrifices are very much loved and admired, aren't they?" she asked, earnestly.
"If the sacrifice is a true one. But many of the bravest never are known, and
get no praise. That does not lessen their beauty, though perhaps it makes them
harder, for we all like sympathy," and Dr. Alec sighed a patient sort of sigh.
"I suppose you have made a great many? Would you mind telling me one of
them?" asked Rose, arrested by the sigh.
"My last was to give up smoking," was the very unromantic answer to her
pensive question.
"Why did you?"
"Bad example for the boys."
"That was very good of you, uncle! Was it hard?"
"I'm ashamed to say it was. But as a wise old fellow once said, 'It is
necessary to do right; it is not necessary to be happy.'"
Rose pondered over the saying as if it pleased her, and then said, with a
clear, bright look,
"A real sacrifice is giving up something you want or enjoy very much, isn't
it?"
"Yes."
"Doing it one's own self because one loves another person very much and wants
her to be happy?"
"Yes."
"And doing it pleasantly, and being glad about it, and not minding the praise
if it doesn't come?"
"Yes, dear, that is the true spirit of self-sacrifice; you seem to understand
it, and I dare say you will have many chances in your life to try the real
thing. I hope they won't be very hard ones."
"I think they will," began Rose, and there stopped short.
"Well, make one now, and go to sleep, or my girl will be ill to-morrow, and
then the aunts will say camping out was bad for her."
"I'll go good night!" and throwing him a kiss, the little ghost vanished,
leaving Uncle Alec to pace the shore and think about some of the unsuspected
sacrifices that had made him what he was.
Chapter 10—Rose's Sacrifice
There certainly were "larks" on Campbell's Island next day, as Charlie had
foretold, and Rose took her part in them like one intent on enjoying every
minute to the utmost. There was a merry breakfast, a successful fishing
expedition, and then the lobsters came out in full force, for even Aunt Jessie
appeared in red flannel. There was nothing Uncle Alec could not do in the water,
and the boys tried their best to equal him in strength and skill, so there was a
great diving and ducking, for every one was bent on distinguishing himself.
Rose swam out far beyond her depth, with uncle to float her back; Aunt Jessie
splashed placidly in the shallow pools, with Jamie paddling near by like a
little whale beside its mother; while the lads careered about, looking like a
flock of distracted flamingoes, and acting like the famous dancing party in
"Alice's Adventures in Wonderland."
Nothing but chowder would have lured them from their gambols in the briny
deep; that time-honoured dish demanded the concentrated action of several mighty
minds; so the "Water Babies" came ashore and fell to cooking.
It is unnecessary to say that, when done, it was the most remarkable chowder
ever cooked, and the quantity eaten would have amazed the world if the secret
had been divulged. After this exertion a siesta was considered the thing, and
people lay about in tents or out as they pleased, the boys looking like warriors
slumbering where they fell.
The elders had just settled to a comfortable nap when the youngsters rose,
refreshed and ready for further exploits. A hint sent them all off to the cave,
and there were discovered bows and arrows, battle clubs, old swords, and various
relics of an interesting nature. Perched upon a commanding rock, with Jamie to
"splain" things to her, Rose beheld a series of stirring scenes enacted with
great vigour and historical accuracy by her gifted relatives.
Captain Cook was murdered by the natives of Owhyhee in the most thrilling
manner. Captain Kidd buried untold wealth in the chowder kettle at the dead of
night, and shot both the trusting villains who shared the secret of the hiding
place. Sinbad came ashore there and had manifold adventures, and numberless
wrecks bestrewed the sands.
Rose considered them by far the most exciting dramas she had ever witnessed;
and when the performance closed with a grand ballet of Feejee Islanders, whose
barbaric yells alarmed the gulls, she had no words in which to express her
gratification.
Another swim at sunset, another merry evening on the rocks watching the
lighted steamers pass seaward and the pleasure-boats come into port, ended the
second day of the camping out, and sent everyone to bed early that they might be
ready for the festivities of the morrow.
"Archie, didn't I hear uncle ask you to row home in the morning for fresh
milk and things?"
"Yes, why?"
"Please, may I go too? I have something of great importance to arrange; you
know I was carried off in a hurry," Rose said in a confidential whisper as she
was bidding her cousins good night.
"I'm willing, and I guess Charlie won't mind."
"Thank you; be sure you stand by me when I ask leave in the morning, and
don't say anything till then, except to Charlie. Promise," urged Rose, so
eagerly, that Archie struck an attitude and cried dramatically,
"By yonder moon I swear!"
"Hush! it's all right, go along"; and Rose departed as if satisfied.
"She's a queer little thing, isn't she, Prince?"
"Rather a nice little thing, I think. I'm quite fond of her."
Rose's quick ears caught both remarks, and she retired to her tent, saying to
herself with sleepy dignity,
"Little thing, indeed! Those boys talk as if I was a baby. They will treat me
with more respect after to-morrow, I guess."
Archie did stand by her in the morning, and her request was readily granted,
as the lads were coming directly back. Off they went, and Rose waved her hand to
the islanders with a somewhat pensive air, for an heroic purpose glowed within
her, and the spirit of self-sacrifice was about to be illustrated in a new and
touching manner.
While the boys got the milk Rose ran to Phebe, ordered her to leave her
dishes, to put on her hat, and take a note back to Uncle Alec, which would
explain this somewhat mysterious performance. Phebe obeyed, and when she went to
the boat Rose accompanied her, telling the boys she was not ready to go yet, but
they could, some of them, come for her when she hung a white signal on her
balcony.
"But why not come now? What are you about, miss? Uncle won't like it,"
protested Charlie, in great amazement.
"Just do as I tell you, little boy; uncle will understand and explain. Obey,
as Phebe does, and ask no questions. I can have secrets as well as other
people"; and Rose walked off with an air of lofty independence that impressed
her friends immensely.
"It's some plot between uncle and herself, so we won't meddle. All right,
Phebe? Pull away, Prince"; and off they went to be received with much surprise
by the islanders.
This was the note Phebe bore:
"Dear Uncle, I am going to take Phebe's place to-day, and let her have all
the fun she can. Please don't mind what she says, but keep her, and tell the
boys to be very good to her for my sake. Don't think it is easy to do this; it
is very hard to give up the best day of all, but I feel so selfish to have all
the pleasure and Phebe none, that I wish to make this sacrifice. Do let me, and
don't laugh at it; I truly do not wish to be praised, and I truly want to do it.
Love to all from,
"Rose."
"Bless the little dear, what a generous heart she has! Shall we go after her,
Jessie, or let her have her way?" said Dr. Alec, after the first mingled
amusement and astonishment had subsided.
"Let her alone, and don't spoil her little sacrifice. She means it, I know,
and the best way in which we can show our respect for her effort is to give
Phebe a pleasant day. I'm sure she has earned it"; and Mrs. Jessie made a sign
to the boys to suppress their disappointment and exert themselves to please
Rose's guest.
Phebe was with difficulty kept from going straight home, and declared that
she should not enjoy herself one bit without Miss Rose.
"She won't hold out all day, and we shall see her paddling back before noon,
I'll wager anything," said Charlie; and the rest so strongly inclined to his
opinion that they resigned themselves to the loss of the little queen of the
revels, sure that it would be only a temporary one.
But hour after hour passed, and no signal appeared on the balcony, though
Phebe watched it hopefully. No passing boat brought the truant back, though more
than one pair of eyes looked out for the bright hair under the round hat; and
sunset came, bringing no Rose but the lovely colour in the western sky.
"I really did not think the child had it in her. I fancied it was a bit of
sentiment, but I see she was in earnest, and means that her sacrifice shall be a
true one. Dear little soul! I'll make it up to her a thousand times over, and
beg her pardon for thinking it might be done for effect," Dr. Alec said
remorsefully, as he strained his eyes through the dusk, fancying he saw a small
figure sitting in the garden as it had sat on the keg the night before, laying
the generous little plot that had cost more than he could guess.
"Well, she can't help seeing the fireworks, any way, unless she is goose
enough to think she must hide in a dark closet and not look," said Archie, who
was rather disgusted at Rose's seeming ingratitude.
"She will see ours capitally, but miss the big ones on the hill, unless papa
has forgotten all about them," added Steve, cutting short the harangue Mac had
begun upon the festivals of the ancients.
"I'm sure the sight of her will be better than the finest fireworks that ever
went off," said Phebe, meditating an elopement with one of the boats if she
could get a chance.
"Let things work; if she resists a brilliant invitation we give her she will
be a heroine," added Uncle Alec, secretly hoping that she would not.
Meanwhile Rose had spent a quiet, busy day helping Dolly, waiting on Aunt
Peace, and steadily resisting Aunt Plenty's attempts to send her back to the
happy island. It had been hard in the morning to come in from the bright world
outside, with flags flying, cannon booming, crackers popping, and everyone
making ready for a holiday, and go to washing cups, while Dolly grumbled and the
aunts lamented. It was very hard to see the day go by, knowing how gay each hour
must have been across the water, and how a word from her would take her where
she longed to be with all her heart. But it was hardest of all when evening came
and Aunt Peace was asleep, Aunt Plenty seeing a gossip in the parlor, Dolly
established in the porch to enjoy the show, and nothing left for the little maid
to do but sit alone in her balcony and watch the gay rockets whizz up from
island, hill, and city, while bands played and boats laden with happy people
went to and fro in the fitful light.
Then it must be confessed that a tear or two dimmed the blue eyes, and once,
when a very brilliant display illuminated the island for a moment, and she
fancied she saw the tents, the curly head went down on the railing, and a
wide-awake nasturtium heard a little whisper,
"I hope someone wishes I was there!"
The tears were all gone, however, and she was watching the hill and island
answer each other with what Jamie called "whizzers, whirligigs and busters," and
smiling as she thought how hard the boys must be working to keep up such a
steady fire, when Uncle Mac came walking in upon her, saying hurriedly,
"Come, child, put on your tippet, pelisse, or whatever you call it, and run
off with me. I came to get Phebe, but aunt says she is gone, so I want you. I've
got Fun down in the boat, and I want you to go with us and see my fireworks. Got
them up for you, and you mustn't miss them, or I shall be disappointed."
"But, uncle," began Rose, feeling as if she ought to refuse even a glimpse of
bliss, "perhaps—"
"I know, my dear, I know; aunt told me; but no one needs you now so much as I
do, and I insist on your coming," said Uncle Mac, who seemed in a great hurry to
be off, yet was unusually kind.
So Rose went and found the little Chinaman with a funny lantern waiting to
help her in and convulse her with laughter trying to express his emotions in
pigeon English. The city clocks were striking nine as they got out into the bay,
and the island fireworks seemed to be over, for no rocket answered the last
Roman candle that shone on the Aunt-hill.
"Ours are done, I see, but they are going up all round the city, and how
pretty they are," said Rose, folding her mantle about her, and surveying the
scene with pensive interest.
"Hope my fellows have not got into trouble up there," muttered Uncle Mac,
adding with a satisfied chuckle, as a spark shone out, "No; there it goes! Look,
Rosy, and see how you like this one; it was ordered especially in honour of your
coming."
Rose looked with all her eyes, and saw the spark grow into the likeness of a
golden vase, then green leaves came out, and then a crimson flower glowing on
the darkness with a splendid lustre.
"Is it a rose, uncle?" she asked, clasping her hands with delight as she
recognised the handsome flower.
"Of course it is! Look again, and guess what those are," answered Uncle Mac,
chuckling and enjoying it all like a boy.
A wreath of what looked at first like purple brooms appeared below the vase,
but Rose guessed what they were meant for, and stood straight up, holding by his
shoulder, and crying excitedly,
"Thistles, uncle, Scotch thistles! There are seven of them one for each boy!
Oh, what a joke!" and she laughed so that she plumped into the bottom of the
boat and stayed there till the brilliant spectacle was quite gone.
"That was rather a neat thing, I flatter myself," said Uncle Mac, in high
glee at the success of his illumination. "Now, shall I leave you on the Island
or take you home again, my good little girl?" he added, lifting her up with such
a tone of approbation in his voice that Rose kissed him on the spot.
"Home, please uncle; and I thank you very very much for the beautiful
firework you got up for me. I'm so glad I saw it; and I know I shall dream about
it," answered Rose steadily, though a wistful glance went toward the Island, now
so near that she could smell powder and see shadowy figures flitting about.
Home they went; and Rose fell asleep saying to herself, "It was harder than I
thought, but I'm glad I did it, and I truly don't want any reward but Phebe's
pleasure."
Chapter 11—Poor Mac
Rose's sacrifice was a failure in one respect, for, though the elders loved
her the better for it, and showed that they did, the boys were not inspired with
the sudden respect which she had hoped for. In fact, her feelings were much hurt
by overhearing Archie say that he couldn't see any sense in it; and the Prince
added another blow by pronouncing her "the queerest chicken ever seen."
It is apt to be so, and it is hard to bear; for, though we do not want
trumpets blown, we do like to have our little virtues appreciated, and cannot
help feeling disappointed if they are not.
A time soon came, however, when Rose, quite unconsciously, won not only the
respect of her cousins, but their gratitude and affection likewise.
Soon after the Island episode, Mac had a sunstroke, and was very ill for some
time. It was so sudden that everyone was startled, and for some days the boy's
life was in danger. He pulled through, however; and then, just as the family
were rejoicing, a new trouble appeared which cast a gloom over them all.
Poor Mac's eyes gave out; and well they might, for he had abused them, and
never being very strong, they suffered doubly now.
No one dared to tell him the dark predictions of the great oculist who came
to look at them, and the boy tried to be patient, thinking that a few weeks of
rest would repair the overwork of several years.
He was forbidden to look at a book, and as that was the one thing he most
delighted in, it was a terrible affliction to the Worm. Everyone was very ready
to read to him, and at first the lads contended for this honour. But as week
after week went by, and Mac was still condemned to idleness and a darkened room,
their zeal abated, and one after the other fell off. It was hard for the active
fellows, right in the midst of their vacation; and nobody blamed them when they
contented themselves with brief calls, running of errands, and warm expressions
of sympathy.
The elders did their best, but Uncle Mac was a busy man, Aunt Jane's reading
was of a funereal sort, impossible to listen to long, and the other aunties were
all absorbed in their own cares, though they supplied the boy with every
delicacy they could invent.
Uncle Alec was a host in himself, but he could not give all his time to the
invalid; and if it had not been for Rose, the afflicted Worm would have fared
ill. Her pleasant voice suited him, her patience was unfailing, her time of no
apparent value, and her eager good-will was very comforting.
The womanly power of self-devotion was strong in the child, and she remained
faithfully at her post when all the rest dropped away. Hour after hour she sat
in the dusky room, with one ray of light on her book, reading to the boy, who
lay with shaded eyes silently enjoying the only pleasure that lightened the
weary days. Sometimes he was peevish and hard to please, sometimes he growled
because his reader could not manage the dry books he wished to hear, and
sometimes he was so despondent that her heart ached to see him. Through all
these trials Rose persevered, using all her little arts to please him. When he
fretted, she was patient; when he growled, she ploughed bravely through the hard
pages not dry to her in one sense, for quiet tears dropped on them now and then;
and when Mac fell into a despairing mood, she comforted him with every hopeful
word she dared to offer.
He said little, but she knew he was grateful, for she suited him better than
anyone else. If she was late, he was impatient; when she had to go, he seemed
forlorn; and when the tired head ached worst, she could always soothe him to
sleep, crooning the old songs her father used to love.
"I don't know what I should do without that child," Aunt Jane often said.
"She's worth all those racketing fellows put together," Mac would add,
fumbling about to discover if the little chair was ready for her coming.
That was the sort of reward Rose liked, the thanks that cheered her; and
whenever she grew very tired, one look at the green shade, the curly head so
restless on the pillow, and the poor groping hands, touched her tender heart and
put new spirit into the weary voice.
She did not know how much she was learning, both from the books she read and
the daily sacrifices she made. Stories and poetry were her delight, but Mac did
not care for them; and since his favourite Greeks and Romans were forbidden, he
satisfied himself with travels, biographies, and the history of great inventions
or discoveries. Rose despised this taste at first, but soon got interested in
Livingstone's adventures, Hobson's stirring life in India, and the brave trials
and triumphs of Watt and Arkwright, Fulton, and "Palissy, the Potter." The true,
strong books helped the dreamy girl; her faithful service and sweet patience
touched and won the boy; and long afterward both learned to see how useful those
seemingly hard and weary hours had been to them.
One bright morning, as Rose sat down to begin a fat volume entitled "History
of the French Revolution," expecting to come to great grief over the long names,
Mac, who was lumbering about the room like a blind bear, stopped her by asking
abruptly,
"What day of the month is it?"
"The seventh of August, I believe."
"More than half my vacation gone, and I've only had a week of it! I call that
hard," and he groaned dismally.
"So it is; but there is more to come, and you may be able to enjoy that."
"May be able! I will be able! Does that old noodle think I'm going to stay
stived up here much longer?"
"I guess he does, unless your eyes get on faster than they have yet."
"Has he said anything more lately?"
"I haven't seen him, you know. Shall I begin? this looks rather nice."
"Read away; it's all one to me." And Mac cast himself down upon the old
lounge, where his heavy head felt easiest.
Rose began with great spirit, and kept on gallantly for a couple of chapters,
getting over the unpronounceable names with unexpected success, she thought, for
her listener did not correct her once, and lay so still she fancied he was
deeply interested. All of a sudden she was arrested in the middle of a fine
paragraph by Mac, who sat bolt upright, brought both feet down with a thump, and
said, in a rough, excited tone,
"Stop! I don't hear a word, and you may as well save your breath to answer my
question."
"What is it?" asked Rose, looking uneasy, for she had something on her mind,
and feared that he suspected what it was. His next words proved that she was
right.
"Now, look here, I want to know something, and you've got to tell me."
"Please, don't—" began Rose, beseechingly.
"You must, or I'll pull off this shade and stare at the sun as hard as ever I
can stare. Come now!" and he half rose, as if ready to execute the threat.
"I will! oh, I will tell, if I know! But don't be reckless and do anything so
crazy as that," cried Rose, in great distress.
"Very well; then listen, and don't dodge, as everyone else does. Didn't the
doctor think my eyes worse the last time he came? Mother won't say, but you
shall."
"I believe he did," faltered Rose.
"I thought so! Did he say I should be able to go to school when it begins?"
"No, Mac," very low.
"Ah!"
That was all, but Rose saw her cousin set his lips together and take a long
breath, as if she had hit him hard. He bore the disappointment bravely, however,
and asked quite steadily in a minute,
"How soon does he think I can study again?"
It was so hard to answer that! Yet Rose knew she must, for Aunt Jane had
declared she could not do it, and Uncle Mac had begged her to break the truth to
the poor lad.
"Not for a good many months."
"How many?" he asked with a pathetic sort of gruffness.
"A year, perhaps."
"A whole year! Why, I expected to be ready for college by that time." And,
pushing up the shade, Mac stared at her with startled eyes, that soon blinked
and fell before the one ray of light.
"Plenty of time for that; you must be patient now, and get them thoroughly
well, or they will trouble you again when it will be harder to spare them," she
said, with tears in her own eyes.
"I won't do it! I will study and get through somehow. It's all humbug about
taking care so long. These doctors like to keep hold of a fellow if they can.
But I won't stand it I vow I won't!" and he banged his fist down on the
unoffending pillow as if he were pommelling the hard-hearted doctor.
"Now, Mac, listen to me," Rose said very earnestly, though her voice shook a
little and her heart ached. "You know you have hurt your eyes reading by
fire-light and in the dusk, and sitting up late, and now you'll have to pay for
it; the doctor said so. You must be careful, and do as he tells you, or you will
be blind."
"No!"
"Yes, it is true, and he wanted us to tell you that nothing but entire rest
would cure you. I know it's dreadfully hard, but we'll all help you; I'll read
all day long, and lead you, and wait upon you, and try to make it easier."
She stopped there, for it was evident that he did not hear a sound; the word
"blind" seemed to have knocked him down, for he had buried his face in the
pillow, and lay so still that Rose was frightened. She sat motionless for many
minutes, longing to comfort him, but not knowing how, and wishing Uncle Alec
would come, for he had promised to tell Mac.
Presently, a sort of choking sound came out of the pillow, and went straight
to her heart the most pathetic sob she ever heard, for, though it was the most
natural means of relief, the poor fellow must not indulge in it because of the
afflicted eyes. The "French Revolution" tumbled out of her lap, and, running to
the sofa, she knelt down by it, saying, with the motherly sort of tenderness
girls feel for any sorrowing creature,
"Oh, my dear, you mustn't cry! It is so bad for your poor eyes. Take your
head out of that hot pillow, and let me cool it. I don't wonder you feel so, but
please don't cry. I'll cry for you; it won't hurt me."
As she spoke she pulled away the cushion with gentle force, and saw the green
shade all crushed and stained with the few hot tears that told how bitter the
disappointment had been. Mac felt her sympathy, but, being a boy, did not thank
her for it; only sat up with a jerk, saying, as he tried to rub away the
tell-tale drops with the sleeve of his jacket, "Don't bother; weak eyes always
water. I'm all right."
But Rose cried out, and caught his arm, "Don't touch them with that rough
woollen stuff! Lie down and let me bathe them, there's a dear boy; then there
will be no harm done."
"They do smart confoundedly. I say, don't you tell the other fellows that I
made a baby of myself, will you?" he added, yielding with a sigh to the orders
of his nurse, who had flown for the eye-wash and linen cambric handkerchief.
"Of course I won't; but anyone would be upset at the idea of being well
troubled in this way. I'm sure you bear it splendidly, and you know it isn't
half so bad when you get used to it. Besides, it is only for a time, and you can
do lots of pleasant things if you can't study. You'll have to wear blue goggles,
perhaps; won't that be funny?"
And while she was pouring out all the comfortable words she could think of,
Rose was softly bathing the eyes and dabbing the hot forehead with
lavender-water, as her patient lay quiet with a look on his face that grieved
her sadly.
"Homer was blind, and so was Milton, and they did something to be remembered
by, in spite of it," he said, as if to himself, in a solemn tone, for even the
blue goggles did not bring a smile.
"Papa had a picture of Milton and his daughters writing for him. It was a
very sweet picture, I thought," observed Rose in a serious voice, trying to meet
the sufferer on his own ground.
"Perhaps I could study if someone read and did the eye part. Do you suppose I
could, by and by?" he asked, with a sudden ray of hope.
"I dare say, if your head is strong enough. This sunstroke, you know, is what
upset you, and your brain needs rest, the doctor says."
"I'll have a talk with the old fellow next time he comes, and find out just
what I may do; then I shall know where I am. What a fool I was that day to be
stewing my brains and letting the sun glare on my book till the letters danced
before me! I see 'em now when I shut my eyes; black balls bobbing round, and
stars and all sorts of queer things. Wonder if all blind people do?"
"Don't think about them; I'll go on reading, shall I? We shall come to the
exciting part soon, and then you'll forget all this," suggested Rose.
"No, I never shall forget. Hang the old 'Revolution'! I don't want to hear
another word of it. My head aches, and I'm hot. Oh, wouldn't I like to go for a
pull in the 'Stormy Petrel!"' and poor Mac tossed about as if he did not know
what to do with himself.
"Let me sing, and perhaps you'll drop off; then the day will seem shorter,"
said Rose, taking up a fan and sitting down beside him.
"Perhaps I shall; I didn't sleep much last night, and when I did I dreamed
like fun. See here, you tell the people that I know, and it's all right, and I
don't want them to talk about it or howl over me. That's all; now drone away,
and I'll try to sleep. Wish I could for a year, and wake up cured."
"Oh, I wish, I wish you could!"
Rose said it so fervently that Mac was moved to grope for her apron and hold
on to a corner of it, as if it was comfortable to feel her near him. But all he
said was,
"You are a good little soul, Rosy. Give us 'The Birks'; that is a drowsy one
that always sends me off."
Quite contented with this small return for all her sympathy, Rose waved her
fan and sang, in a dreamy tone, the pretty Scotch air, the burden of which is,
"Bonny lassie, will ye gang, will ye gang
To the Birks of Aberfeldie?"
Whether the lassie went or not I cannot say, but the laddie was off to the
land of Nod, in about ten minutes, quite worn out with hearing the bad tidings
and the effort to bear them manfully.
Chapter 12—"The Other Fellows"
Rose did tell "the people" what had passed, and no one "howled" over Mac, or
said a word to trouble him. He had his talk with the doctor, and got very little
comfort out of it, for he found that "just what he might do" was nothing at all;
though the prospect of some study by and by, if all went well, gave him courage
to bear the woes of the present. Having made up his mind to this, he behaved so
well that everyone was astonished, never having suspected so much manliness in
the quiet Worm.
The boys were much impressed, both by the greatness of the affliction which
hung over him and by his way of bearing it. They were very good to him, but not
always particularly wise in their attempts to cheer and amuse; and Rose often
found him much downcast after a visit of condolence from the Clan. She still
kept her place as head-nurse and chief-reader, though the boys did their best in
an irregular sort of way. They were rather taken aback sometimes at finding
Rose's services preferred to their's, and privately confided to one another that
"Old Mac was getting fond of being molly-coddled." But they could not help
seeing how useful she was, and owning that she alone had remained faithful a
fact which caused some of them much secret compunction now and then.
Rose felt that she ruled in that room, if nowhere else, for Aunt Jane left a
great deal to her, finding that her experience with her invalid father fitted
her for a nurse, and in a case like this, her youth was an advantage rather than
a drawback. Mac soon came to think that no one could take care of him so well as
Rose, and Rose soon grew fond of her patient, though at first she had considered
this cousin the least attractive of the seven. He was not polite and sensible
like Archie, nor gay and handsome like Prince Charlie, nor neat and obliging
like Steve, nor amusing like the "Brats," nor confiding and affectionate like
little Jamie. He was rough, absent-minded, careless, and awkward, rather
priggish, and not at all agreeable to a dainty, beauty-loving girl like Rose.
But when his trouble came upon him, she discovered many good things in this
cousin of hers, and learned not only to pity but to respect and love the poor
Worm, who tried to be patient, brave, and cheerful, and found it a harder task
than anyone guessed, except the little nurse, who saw him in his gloomiest
moods. She soon came to think that his friends did not appreciate him, and upon
one occasion was moved to free her mind in a way that made a deep impression on
the boys.
Vacation was almost over, and the time drawing near when Mac would be left
outside the happy school-world which he so much enjoyed. This made him rather
low in his mind, and his cousins exerted themselves to cheer him up, especially
one afternoon when a spasm of devotion seemed to seize them all. Jamie trudged
down the hill with a basket of blackberries which he had "picked all his
ownself," as his scratched fingers and stained lips plainly testified. Will and
Geordie brought their puppies to beguile the weary hours, and the three elder
lads called to discuss baseball, cricket, and kindred subjects, eminently fitted
to remind the invalid of his privations.
Rose had gone to drive with Uncle Alec, who declared she was getting as pale
as a potato sprout, living so much in a dark room. But her thoughts were with
her boy all the while, and she ran up to him the moment she returned, to find
things in a fine state of confusion.
With the best intentions in life, the lads had done more harm than good, and
the spectacle that met Nurse Rose's eye was a trying one. The puppies were
yelping, the small boys romping, and the big boys all talking at once; the
curtains were up, the room close, berries scattered freely about, Mac's shade
half off, his cheeks flushed, his temper ruffled, and his voice loudest of all
as he disputed hotly with Steve about lending certain treasured books which he
could no longer use.
Now Rose considered this her special kingdom, and came down upon the invaders
with an energy which amazed them and quelled the riot at once. They had never
seen her roused before, and the effect was tremendous; also comical, for she
drove the whole flock of boys out of the room like an indignant little hen
defending her brood. They all went as meekly as sheep; the small lads fled from
the house precipitately, but the three elder ones only retired to the next room,
and remained there hoping for a chance to explain and apologise, and so appease
the irate young lady, who had suddenly turned the tables and clattered them
about their ears.
As they waited, they observed her proceedings through the half-open door, and
commented upon them briefly but expressively, feeling quite bowed down with
remorse at the harm they had innocently done.
"She's put the room to rights in a jiffey. What jacks we were to let those
dogs in and kick up such a row," observed Steve, after a prolonged peep.
"The poor old Worm turns as if she was treading on him instead of cuddling
him like a pussy cat. Isn't he cross, though?" added Charlie, as Mac was heard
growling about his "confounded head."
"She will manage him; but it's mean in us to rumple him up and then leave her
to smooth him down. I'd go and help, but I don't know how," said Archie, looking
much depressed, for he was a conscientious fellow, and blamed himself for his
want of thought.
"No, more do I. Odd, isn't it, what a knack women have for taking care of
sick folks?" and Charlie fell a-musing over this undeniable fact.
"She has been ever so good to Mac," began Steve, in a self-reproachful tone.
"Better than his own brother, hey?" cut in Archie, finding relief for his own
regret in the delinquencies of another.
"Well, you needn't preach; you didn't any of you do any more, and you might
have, for Mac likes you better than he does me. I always fret him, he says, and
it isn't my fault if I am a quiddle," protested Steve, in self-defence.
"We have all been selfish and neglected him, so we won't fight about it, but
try and do better," said Archie, generously taking more than his share of blame,
for he had been less inattentive than either of the others.
"Rose has stood by him like a good one, and it's no wonder he likes to have
her round best. I should myself if I was down on my luck as he is," put in
Charlie, feeling that he really had not done "the little thing" justice.
"I'll tell you what it is, boys we haven't been half good enough to Rose, and
we've got to make it up to her somehow," said Archie, who had a very manly sense
of honour about paying his debts, even to a girl.
"I'm awfully sorry I made fun of her doll when Jamie lugged it out; and I
called her 'baby bunting' when she cried over the dead kitten. Girls are such
geese sometimes, I can't help it," said Steve, confessing his transgressions
handsomely, and feeling quite ready to atone for them if he only knew how.
"I'll go down on my knees and beg her pardon for treating her as if she was a
child. Don't it make her mad, though? Come to think of it, she's only two years
or so younger than I am. But she is so small and pretty, she always seems like a
dolly to me," and the Prince looked down from his lofty height of five feet five
as if Rose was indeed a pygmy beside him.
"That dolly has got a real good little heart, and a bright mind of her own,
you'd better believe. Mac says she understands some things quicker than he can,
and mother thinks she is an uncommonly nice girl, though she don't know all
creation. You needn't put on airs, Charlie, though you are a tall one, for Rose
likes Archie better than you; she said she did because he treated her
respectfully."
"Steve looks as fierce as a game-cock; but don't you get excited, my son, for
it won't do a bit of good. Of course, everybody likes the Chief best; they ought
to, and I'll punch their heads if they don't. So calm yourself, Dandy, and mend
your own manners before you come down on other people's."
Thus the Prince with great dignity and perfect good nature, while Archie
looked modestly gratified with the flattering opinions of his kinsfolk, and
Steve subsided, feeling he had done his duty as a cousin and a brother. A pause
ensued, during which Aunt Jane appeared in the other room, accompanied by a
tea-tray sumptuously spread, and prepared to feed her big nestling, as that was
a task she allowed no one to share with her.
"If you have a minute to spare before you go, child, I wish you'd just make
Mac a fresh shade; this has got a berry stain on it, and he must be tidy, for he
is to go out to-morrow if it is a cloudy day," said Mrs. Jane, spreading toast
in a stately manner, while Mac slopped his tea about without receiving a word of
reproof.
"Yes, aunt," answered Rose, so meekly that the boys could hardly believe it
could be the same voice which had issued the stern command, "Out of this room,
every one of you!" not very long ago.
They had not time to retire, without unseemly haste, before she walked into
the parlour and sat down at the work-table without a word. It was funny to see
the look the three tall lads cast at the little person sedately threading a
needle with green silk. They all wanted to say something expressive of
repentance, but no one knew how to begin, and it was evident, from the prim
expression of Rose's face, that she intended to stand upon her dignity till they
had properly abased themselves. The pause was becoming very awkward, when
Charlie, who possessed all the persuasive arts of a born scapegrace, went slowly
down upon his knees before her, beat his breast, and said, in a heart-broken
tone,
"Please forgive me this time, and I'll never do so any more."
It was very hard to keep sober, but Rose managed it and answered gravely,
"It is Mac's pardon you should ask, not mine, for you haven't hurt me, and I
shouldn't wonder if you had him a great deal, with all that light and racket,
and talk about things that only worry him."
"Do you really think we've hurt him, cousin?" asked Archie, with a troubled
look, while Charlie settled down in a remorseful heap among the table legs.
"Yes, I do, for he has got a raging headache, and his eyes are as red as as
this emery bag," answered Rose, solemnly plunging her needle into a fat flannel
strawberry.
Steve tore his hair, metaphorically speaking, for he clutched his cherished
top-knot, and wildly dishevelled it, as if that was the heaviest penance he
could inflict upon himself at such short notice. Charlie laid himself out flat,
melodramatically begging someone to take him away and hang him; but Archie, who
felt worst of all, said nothing except to vow within himself that he would read
to Mac till his own eyes were as red as a dozen emery bags combined.
Seeing the wholesome effects of her treatment upon these culprits, Rose felt
that she might relent and allow them a gleam of hope. She found it impossible to
help trampling upon the prostrate Prince a little, in words at least, for he had
hurt her feelings oftener than he knew; so she gave him a thimble-pie on the top
of his head, and said, with an air of an infinitely superior being,
"Don't be silly, but get up, and I'll tell you something much better to do
than sprawling on the floor and getting all over lint."
Charlie obediently sat himself upon a hassock at her feet; the other sinners
drew near to catch the words of wisdom about to fall from her lips, and Rose,
softened by this gratifying humility, addressed them in her most maternal tone.
"Now, boys, if you really want to be good to Mac, you can do it in this way.
Don't keep talking about things he can't do, or go and tell what fun you have
had batting your ridiculous balls about. Get some nice book and read quietly;
cheer him up about school, and offer to help him study by and by; you can do
that better than I, because I'm only a girl, and don't learn Greek and Latin and
all sorts of headachy stuff."
"Yes, but you can do heaps of things better than we can; you've proved that,"
said Archie, with an approving look that delighted Rose, though she could not
resist giving Charlie one more rebuke, by saying, with a little bridling of the
head, and a curl of the lip that wanted to smile instead,
"I'm glad you think so, though I am a 'queer chicken."'
This scathing remark caused the Prince to hide his face for shame, and Steve
to erect his head in the proud consciousness that this shot was not meant for
him. Archie laughed, and Rose, seeing a merry blue eye winking at her from
behind two brown hands, gave Charlie's ear a friendly tweak, and extended the
olive-branch of peace.
"Now we'll all be good, and plan nice things for poor Mac," she said, smiling
so graciously that the boys felt as if the sun had suddenly burst out from
behind a heavy cloud and was shining with great brilliancy.
The storm had cleared the air, and quite a heavenly calm succeeded, during
which plans of a most varied and surprising sort were laid, for everyone burned
to make noble sacrifices upon the shrine of "poor Mac," and Rose was the guiding
star to whom the others looked with most gratifying submission. Of course, this
elevated state of things could not endure long, but it was very nice while it
lasted, and left an excellent effect upon the minds of all when the first ardour
had subsided.
"There, that's ready for to-morrow, and I do hope it will be cloudy," said
Rose, as she finished off the new shade, the progress of which the boys had
watched with interest.
"I'd bespoken an extra sunny day, but I'll tell the clerk of the weather to
change it. He's an obliging fellow, and he'll attend to it, so make yourself
easy," said Charlie, who had become quite perky again.
"It is very easy for you to joke, but how would you like to wear a blinder
like that for weeks and weeks, sir?" and Rose quenched his rising spirits by
slipping the shade over his eyes, as he still sat on the cushion at her feet.
"It's horrid! Take it off, take it off! I don't wonder the poor old boy has
the blues with a thing like that on"; and Charlie sat looking at what seemed to
him an instrument of torture, with such a sober face that Rose took it gently
away, and went in to bid Mac good-night.
"I shall go home with her, for it is getting darkish, and she is rather
timid," said Archie, forgetting that he had often laughed at this very timidity.
"I think I might, for she's taking care of my brother," put in Steve,
asserting his rights.
"Let's all go, that will please her"; proposed Charlie, with a burst of
gallantry which electrified his mates.
"We will!" they said with one voice, and they did, to Rose's great surprise
and secret contentment; though Archie had all the care of her, for the other two
were leaping fences, running races, and having wrestling matches all the way
down.
They composed themselves on reaching the door, however; shook hands cordially
all round, made their best bows, and retired with great elegance and dignity,
leaving Rose to say to herself, with girlish satisfaction, as she went in,
"Now, that is the way I like to be treated."
Chapter 13—Cosey Corner
Vacation was over, the boys went back to school, and poor Mac was left
lamenting. He was out of the darkened room now, and promoted to blue goggles,
through which he took a gloomy view of life, as might have been expected; for
there was nothing he could do but wander about, and try to amuse himself without
using his eyes. Anyone who has ever been condemned to that sort of idleness
knows how irksome it is, and can understand the state of mind which caused Mac
to say to Rose in a desperate tone one day,
"Look here, if you don't invent some new employment or amusement for me, I
shall knock myself on the head as sure as you live."
Rose flew to Uncle Alec for advice, and he ordered both patient and nurse to
the mountains for a month, with Aunt Jessie and Jamie as escort. Pokey and her
mother joined the party, and one bright September morning six very happy-looking
people were aboard the express train for Portland two smiling mammas, laden with
luncheon baskets and wraps; a pretty young girl with a bag of books on her arm;
a tall thin lad with his hat over his eyes; and two small children, who sat with
their short legs straight out before them, and their chubby faces beaming with
the first speechless delight of "truly travelling."
An especially splendid sunset seemed to have been prepared to welcome them
when, after a long day's journey, they drove into a wide, green door-yard, where
a white colt, a red cow, two cats, four kittens, many hens, and a dozen people,
old and young, were gaily disporting themselves. Everyone nodded and smiled in
the friendliest manner, and a lively old lady kissed the new-comers all round,
as she said heartily,
"Well, now, I'm proper glad to see you! Come right in and rest, and we'll
have tea in less than no time, for you must be tired. Lizzie, you show the folks
upstairs; Kitty, you fly round and help father in with the trunks; and Jenny and
I will have the table all ready by the time you come down. Bless the dears, they
want to go see the pussies, and so they shall!"
The three pretty daughters did "fly round," and everyone felt at home at
once, all were so hospitable and kind. Aunt Jessie had raptures over the
home-made carpets, quilts and quaint furniture; Rose could not keep away from
the windows, for each framed a lovely picture; and the little folks made friends
at once with the other children, who filled their arms with chickens and
kittens, and did the honours handsomely.
The toot of a horn called all to supper, and a goodly party, including six
children besides the Camp-bells, assembled in the long dining-room, armed with
mountain appetites and the gayest spirits. It was impossible for anyone to be
shy or sober, for such gales of merriment arose they blew the starch out of the
stiffest, and made the saddest jolly. Mother Atkinson, as all called their
hostess, was the merriest there, and the busiest; for she kept flying up to wait
on the children, to bring out some new dish, or to banish the live stock, who
were of such a social turn that the colt came into the entry and demanded sugar;
the cats sat about in people's laps, winking suggestively at the food; and
speckled hens cleared the kitchen floor of crumbs, as they joined in the chat
with a cheerful clucking.
Everybody turned out after tea to watch the sunset till all the lovely red
was gone, and mosquitoes wound their shrill horns to sound the retreat. The
music of an organ surprised the new-comers, and in the parlor they found Father
Atkinson playing sweetly on the little instrument made by himself. All the
children gathered about him, and, led by the tuneful sisters, sang prettily till
Pokey fell asleep behind the door, and Jamie gaped audibly right in the middle
of his favourite, "Coo," said the little doves: "Coo," said she,
"All in the top of the old pine-tree."
The older travellers, being tired, went to "bye low" at the same time, and
slept like tops in home-spun sheets, on husk mattresses made by Mother Atkinson,
who seemed to have put some soothing powder among them, so deep and sweet was
the slumber that came.
Next day began the wholesome out-of-door life, which works such wonders with
tired minds and feeble bodies. The weather was perfect, and the mountain air
made the children as frisky as young lambs; while the elders went about smiling
at one another, and saying, "Isn't it splendid?" Even Mac, the "slow coach," was
seen to leap over a fence as if he really could not help it; and when Rose ran
after him with his broad-brimmed hat, he made the spirited proposal to go into
the woods and hunt for a catamount.
Jamie and Pokey were at once enrolled in the Cosey Corner Light Infantry a
truly superb company, composed entirely of officers, all wearing cocked hats,
carrying flags, waving swords, or beating drums. It was a spectacle to stir the
dullest soul when this gallant band marched out of the yard in full regimentals,
with Captain Dove a solemn, big-headed boy of eleven issuing his orders with the
gravity of a general, and his Falstaffian regiment obeying them with more
docility than skill. The little Snow children did very well, and Lieutenant Jack
Dove was fine to see; so was Drummer Frank, the errand-boy of the house, as he
rub-a-dub-dubbed with all his heart and drumsticks. Jamie had "trained" before,
and was made a colonel at once; but Pokey was the best of all, and called forth
a spontaneous burst of applause from the spectators as she brought up the rear,
her cocked hat all over one eye, her flag trailing over her shoulder, and her
wooden sword straight up in the air; her face beaming and every curl bobbing
with delight as her fat legs tottered in the vain attempt to keep step manfully.
Mac and Rose were picking blackberries in the bushes beside the road when the
soldiers passed without seeing them, and they witnessed a sight that was both
pretty and comical. A little farther on was one of the family burial spots so
common in those parts, and just this side of it Captain Fred Dove ordered his
company to halt, explaining his reason for so doing in the following words,
"That's a graveyard, and it's proper to muffle the drums and lower the flags
as we go by, and we'd better take off our hats, too; it's more respectable, I
think."
"Isn't that cunning of the dears?" whispered Rose, as the little troop
marched slowly by to the muffled roll of the drums, every flag and sword held
low, all the little heads uncovered, and the childish faces very sober as the
leafy shadows flickered over them.
"Let's follow and see what they are after," proposed Mac, who found sitting
on the wall and being fed with blackberries luxurious but tiresome.
So they followed and heard the music grow lively, saw the banners wave in the
breeze again when the graveyard was passed, and watched the company file into
the dilapidated old church that stood at the corner of three woodland roads.
Presently the sound of singing made the outsiders quicken their steps, and,
stealing up, they peeped in at one of the broken windows.
Captain Dove was up in the old wooden pulpit, gazing solemnly down upon his
company, who, having stacked their arms in the porch, now sat in the bare pews
singing a Sunday-school hymn with great vigour and relish.
"Let us pray," said Captain Dove, with as much reverence as an army chaplain;
and, folding his hands, he repeated a prayer which he thought all would know an
excellent little prayer, but not exactly appropriate to the morning, for it was,
"Now I lay me down to sleep."
Everyone joined in saying it, and it was a pretty sight to see the little
creatures bowing their curly heads and lisping out the words they knew so well.
Tears came into Rose's eyes as she looked; Mac took his hat off involuntarily,
and then clapped it on again as if ashamed of showing any feeling.
"Now I shall preach you a short sermon, and my text is, 'Little children,
love one another.' I asked mamma to give me one, and she thought that would be
good; so you all sit still and I'll preach it. You mustn't whisper, Marion, but
hear me. It means that we should be good to each other, and play fair, and not
quarrel as we did this very day about the wagon. Jack can't always drive, and
needn't be mad because I like to go with Frank. Annette ought to be horse
sometimes and not always driver; and Willie may as well make up his mind to let
Marion build her house by his, for she will do it, and he needn't fuss about it.
Jamie seems to be a good boy, but I shall preach to him if he isn't. No, Pokey,
people don't kiss in church or put their hats on. Now you must all remember what
I tell you, because I am the captain, and you should mind me."
Here Lieutenant Jack spoke right out in meeting with the rebellious remark,
"Don't care if you are; you'd better mind yourself, and tell how you took
away my strap, and kept the biggest doughnut, and didn't draw fair when we had
the truck."
"Yes, and you slapped Frank; I saw you!" bawled Willie Snow, bobbing up in
his pew.
"And you took my book away and hid it 'cause I wouldn't go and swing when you
wanted me to," added Annette, the oldest of the Snow trio.
"I shan't build my house by Willie's if he don't want me to, so now!" put in
little Marion, joining the mutiny.
"I will tiss Dimmy! and I tored up my hat 'tause a pin picked me," shouted
Pokey, regardless of Jamie's efforts to restrain her.
Captain Dove looked rather taken aback at this outbreak in the ranks; but,
being a dignified and calm personage, he quelled the rising rebellion with great
tact and skill, by saying, briefly,
"We'll sing the last hymn; 'Sweet, sweet good-by' you all know that, so do it
nicely, and then we will go and have luncheon."
Peace was instantly restored, and a burst of melody drowned the suppressed
giggles of Rose and Mac, who found it impossible to keep sober during the latter
part of this somewhat remarkable service. Fifteen minutes of repose rendered it
a physical impossibility for the company to march out as quietly as they had
marched in. I grieve to state that the entire troop raced home as hard as they
could pelt, and were soon skirmishing briskly over their lunch, utterly
oblivious of what Jamie (who had been much impressed by the sermon) called "the
captain's beautiful teck."
It was astonishing how much they all found to do at Cosey Corner; and Mac,
instead of lying in a hammock and being read to, as he had expected, was busiest
of all. He was invited to survey and lay out Skeeterville, a town which the
children were getting up in a huckleberry pasture; and he found much amusement
in planning little roads, staking off house-lots, attending to the water-works,
and consulting with the "selectmen" about the best sites for public buildings;
for Mac was a boy still, in spite of his fifteen years and his love of books.
Then he went fishing with a certain jovial gentleman from the West; and
though they seldom caught anything but colds, they had great fun and exercise
chasing the phantom trout they were bound to have. Mac also developed a
geological mania, and went tapping about at rocks and stones, discoursing wisely
of "strata, periods, and fossil remains"; while Rose picked up leaves and
lichens, and gave him lessons in botany in return for his lectures on geology.
They led a very merry life; for the Atkinson girls kept up a sort of
perpetual picnic; and did it so capitally, that one was never tired of it. So
their visitors throve finely, and long before the month was out it was evident
that Dr. Alec had prescribed the right medicine for his patients.
Chapter 14—A Happy Birthday
The twelfth of October was Rose's birthday, but no one seemed to remember
that interesting fact, and she felt delicate about mentioning it, so fell asleep
the night before wondering if she would have any presents. That question was
settled early the next morning, for she was awakened by a soft tap on her face,
and opening her eyes she beheld a little black and white figure sitting on her
pillow, staring at her with a pair of round eyes very like blueberries, while
one downy paw patted her nose to attract her notice. It was Kitty Comet, the
prettiest of all the pussies, and Comet evidently had a mission to perform, for
a pink bow adorned her neck, and a bit of paper was pinned to it bearing the
words, "For Miss Rose, from Frank."
That pleased her extremely, and that was only the beginning of the fun, for
surprises and presents kept popping out in the most delightful manner all
through the day, the Atkinson girls being famous jokers and Rose a favourite.
But the best gift of all came on the way to Mount Windy-Top, where it was
decided to picnic in honour of the great occasion. Three jolly loads set off
soon after breakfast, for everybody went, and everybody seemed bound to have an
extra good time, especially Mother Atkinson, who wore a hat as broad-brimmed as
an umbrella, and took the dinner-horn to keep her flock from straying away.
"I'm going to drive auntie and a lot of the babies, so you must ride the
pony. And please stay behind us a good bit when we go to the station, for a
parcel is coming, and you are not to see it till dinner-time. You won't mind,
will you?" said Mac, in a confidential aside during the wild flurry of the
start.
"Not a bit," answered Rose. "It hurts my feelings very much to be told to
keep out of the way at any other time, but birthdays and Christmas it is part of
the fun to be blind and stupid, and poked into corners. I'll be ready as soon as
you are, Giglamps."
"Stop under the big maple till I call then you can't possibly see anything,"
added Mac, as he mounted her on the pony his father had sent up for his use.
"Barkis" was so gentle and so "willin'," however, that Rose was ashamed to be
afraid to ride him; so she had learned, that she might surprise Dr. Alec when
she got home; meantime she had many a fine canter "over the hills and far away"
with Mac, who preferred Mr. Atkinson's old Sorrel.
Away they went, and, coming to the red maple, Rose obediently paused; but
could not help stealing a glance in the forbidden direction before the call
came. Yes, there was a hamper going under the seat, and then she caught sight of
a tall man whom Mac seemed to be hustling into the carriage in a great hurry.
One look was enough, and with a cry of delight, Rose was off down the road as
fast as Barkis could go.
"Now I'll astonish uncle," she thought. "I'll dash up in grand style, and
show him that I am not a coward, after all."
Fired by this ambition, she startled Barkis by a sharp cut, and still more
bewildered him by leaving him to his own guidance down the steep, stony road.
The approach would have been a fine success if, just as Rose was about to pull
up and salute, two or three distracted hens had not scuttled across the road
with a great squawking, which caused Barkis to shy and stop so suddenly that his
careless rider landed in an ignominious heap just under old Sorrel's astonished
nose.
Rose was up again before Dr. Alec was out of the carryall, and threw two
dusty arms about his neck crying with a breathless voice,
"O uncle, I'm so glad to see you! It is better than a cart-load of goodies,
and so dear of you to come!"
"But aren't you hurt, child! That was a rough tumble, and I'm afraid you must
be damaged somewhere," answered the Doctor, full of fond anxiety, as he surveyed
his girl with pride.
"My feelings are hurt, but my bones are all safe. It's too bad! I was going
to do it so nicely, and those stupid hens spoilt it all," said Rose, quite
crestfallen, as well as much shaken.
"I couldn't believe my eyes when I asked 'Where is Rose?' and Mac pointed to
the little Amazon pelting down the hill at such a rate. You couldn't have done
anything that would please me more, and I'm delighted to see how well you ride.
Now, will you mount again, or shall we turn Mac out and take you in?" asked Dr.
Alec, as Aunt Jessie proposed a start, for the others were beckoning them to
follow.
"Pride goeth before a fall better not try to show off again, ma'am," said
Mac, who would have been more than mortal if he had refrained from teasing when
so good a chance offered.
"Pride does go before a fall, but I wonder if a sprained ankle always comes
after it?" thought Rose, bravely concealing her pain, as she answered, with
great dignity,
"I prefer to ride. Come on, and see who will catch up first."
She was up and away as she spoke, doing her best to efface the memory of her
downfall by sitting very erect, elbows down, head well up, and taking the motion
of the pony as Barkis cantered along as easily as a rocking-chair.
"You ought to see her go over a fence and race when we ride together. She can
scud, too, like a deer when we play 'Follow the leader,' and skip stones and bat
balls almost as well as I can," said Mac, in reply to his uncle's praise of his
pupil.
"I'm afraid you will think her a sad tomboy, Alec; but really she seems so
well and happy, I have not the heart to check her. She has broken out in the
most unexpected way, and frisks like a colt; for she says she feels so full of
spirits she must run and shout whether it is proper or not," added Mrs. Jessie,
who had been a pretty hoyden years ago herself.
"Good good! that's the best news you could tell me," and Dr. Alec rubbed his
hands heartily. "Let the girl run and shout as much as she will it is a sure
sign of health, and as natural to a happy child as frisking is to any young
animal full of life. Tomboys make strong women usually, and I had far rather
find Rose playing football with Mac than puttering over bead-work like that
affected midget, Ariadne Blish."
"But she cannot go on playing football very long, and we must not forget that
she has a woman's work to do by and by," began Mrs. Jessie.
"Neither will Mac play football much longer, but he will be all the better
fitted for business, because of the health it gives him. Polish is easily added,
if the foundations are strong; but no amount of gilding will be of use if your
timber is not sound. I'm sure I'm right, Jessie; and if I can do as well by my
girl during the next six months as I have the last, my experiment will succeed."
"It certainly will; for when I contrast that bright, blooming face with the
pale, listless one that made my heart ache a while ago, I can believe in almost
any miracle," said Mrs. Jessie, as Rose looked round to point out a lovely view,
with cheeks like the ruddy apples in the orchard near by, eyes clear as the
autumn sky overhead, and vigour in every line of her girlish figure.
A general scramble among the rocks was followed by a regular gypsy lunch,
which the young folks had the rapture of helping to prepare. Mother Atkinson put
on her apron, turned up her sleeves, and fell to work as gaily as if in her own
kitchen, boiling the kettle slung on three sticks, over a fire of cones and fir
boughs; while the girls spread the mossy table with a feast of country goodies,
and the children tumbled about in everyone's way till the toot of the horn made
them settle down like a flock of hungry birds.
As soon as the merry meal and a brief interval of repose were over, it was
unanimously voted to have some charades. A smooth, green spot between two
stately pines was chosen for the stage; shawls hung up, properties collected,
audience and actors separated, and a word quickly chosen.
The first scene discovered Mac in a despondent attitude and shabby dress,
evidently much troubled in mind. To him entered a remarkable creature with a
brown paper bag over its head. A little pink nose peeped through one hole in the
middle, white teeth through another, and above two eyes glared fiercely. Spires
of grass stuck in each side of the mouth seemed meant to represent whiskers; the
upper corners of the bag were twisted like ears, and no one could doubt for a
moment that the black scarf pinned on behind was a tail.
This singular animal seemed in pantomime to be comforting his master and
offering advice, which was finally acted upon, for Mac pulled off his boots,
helped the little beast into them, and gave him a bag; then, kissing his paw,
with a hopeful gesture, the creature retired, purring so successfully that there
was a general cry of "Cat, puss, boots!"
"Cat is the word," replied a voice, and the curtain fell.
The next scene was a puzzler, for in came another animal, on all-fours this
time, with a new sort of tail and long ears. A gray shawl concealed its face,
but an inquisitive sunbeam betrayed the glitter as of goggles under the fringe.
On its back rode a small gentleman in Eastern costume, who appeared to find some
difficulty in keeping his seat as his steed jogged along. Suddenly a spirit
appeared, all in white, with long newspaper wings upon its back and golden locks
about its face. Singularly enough, the beast beheld this apparition and backed
instantly, but the rider evidently saw nothing and whipped up unmercifully, also
unsuccessfully, for the spirit stood directly in the path, and the amiable beast
would not budge a foot. A lively skirmish followed, which ended in the Eastern
gentleman being upset into a sweet-fern bush, while the better bred animal
abased itself before the shining one.
The children were all in the dark till Mother Atkinson said, in an inquiring
tone,
"If that isn't Balaam and the ass, I'd like to know what it is. Rose makes a
sweet angel, doesn't she?"
"Ass" was evidently the word, and the angel retired, smiling with mundane
satisfaction over the compliment that reached her ears.
The next was a pretty little scene from the immortal story of "Babes in the
Wood." Jamie and Pokey came trotting in, hand in hand, and, having been through
the parts many times before, acted with great ease and much fluency, audibly
directing each other from time to time as they went along. The berries were
picked, the way lost, tears shed, baby consolation administered, and then the
little pair lay down among the brakes and died with their eyes wide open and the
toes of their four little boots turned up to the daisies in the most pathetic
manner.
"Now the wobins tum. You be twite dead, Dimmy, and I'll peep in and see 'em,"
one defunct innocent was heard to say.
"I hope they'll be quick, for I'm lying on a stone, and ants are walking up
my leg like fury," murmured the other.
Here the robins came flapping in with red scarves over their breasts and
leaves in their mouths, which they carefully laid upon the babes wherever they
would show best. A prickly blackberry leaf placed directly over Pokey's nose
caused her to sneeze so violently that her little legs flew into the air; Jamie
gave a startled "Ow!" and the pitying fowls fled giggling.
After some discussion it was decided that the syllable must be "strew or
strow" and then they waited to see if it was a good guess.
This scene discovered Annette Snow in bed, evidently very ill; Miss Jenny was
her anxious mamma, and her merry conversation amused the audience till Mac came
in as a physician, and made great fun with his big watch, pompous manner, and
absurd questions. He prescribed one pellet with an unpronounceable name, and
left after demanding twenty dollars for his brief visit.
The pellet was administered, and such awful agonies immediately set in that
the distracted mamma bade a sympathetic neighbour run for Mother Know-all. The
neighbour ran, and in came a brisk little old lady in cap and specs, with a
bundle of herbs under her arm, which she at once applied in all sorts of funny
ways, explaining their virtues as she clapped a plantain poultice here, put a
pounded catnip plaster there, or tied a couple of mullein leaves round the
sufferer's throat. Instant relief ensued, the dying child sat up and demanded
baked beans. The grateful parent offered fifty dollars; but Mother Know-all
indignantly refused it and went smiling away, declaring that a neighbourly turn
needed no reward, and a doctor's fee was all a humbug.
The audience were in fits of laughter over this scene, for Rose imitated Mrs.
Atkinson capitally, and the herb cure was a good hit at the excellent lady's
belief that "yarbs" would save mankind if properly applied. No one enjoyed it
more than herself, and the saucy children prepared for the grand finale in high
feather.
This closing scene was brief but striking, for two trains of cars whizzed in
from opposite sides, met with a terrible collision in the middle of the stage,
and a general smash-up completed the word catastrophe.
"Now let us act a proverb. I've got one all ready," said Rose, who was dying
to distinguish herself in some way before Uncle Alec.
So everyone but Mac, the gay Westerner, and Rose, took their places on the
rocky seats and discussed the late beautiful and varied charade, in which Pokey
frankly pronounced her own scene the "bestest of all."
In five minutes the curtain was lifted; nothing appeared but a very large
sheet of brown paper pinned to a tree, and on it was drawn a clock-face, the
hands pointing to four. A small note below informed the public that 4 A.M. was
the time. Hardly had the audience grasped this important fact when a long
waterproof serpent was seen uncoiling itself from behind a stump. An inch-worm,
perhaps, would be a better description, for it travelled in the same humpy way
as that pleasing reptile. Suddenly a very wide-awake and active fowl advanced,
pecking, chirping, and scratching vigorously. A tuft of green leaves waved upon
his crest, a larger tuft of brakes made an umbrageous tail, and a shawl of many
colours formed his flapping wings. A truly noble bird, whose legs had the
genuine strut, whose eyes shone watchfully, and whose voice had a ring that
evidently struck terror into the catterpillar's soul, if it was a catterpillar.
He squirmed, he wriggled, he humped as fast as he could, trying to escape; but
all in vain. The tufted bird espied him, gave one warbling sort of crow, pounced
upon him, and flapped triumphantly away.
"That early bird got such a big worm he could hardly carry him off," laughed
Aunt Jessie, as the children shouted over the joke suggested by Mac's nickname.
"That is one of uncle's favourite proverbs, so I got it up for his especial
benefit," said Rose, coming up with the two-legged worm beside her.
"Very clever; what next?" asked Dr. Alec as she sat down beside him.
"The Dove boys are going to give us an 'Incident in the Life of Napoleon,' as
they call it; the children think it very splendid, and the little fellows do it
rather nicely," answered Mac with condescension.
A tent appeared, and pacing to and fro before it was a little sentinel, who,
in a brief soliloquy, informed the observers that the elements were in a great
state of confusion, that he had marched some hundred miles or so that day, and
that he was dying for want of sleep. Then he paused, leaned upon his gun, and
seemed to doze; dropped slowly down, overpowered with slumber, and finally lay
flat, with his gun beside him, a faithless little sentinel. Enter Napoleon,
cocked hat, gray coat, high boots, folded arms, grim mouth, and a melodramatic
stride. Freddy Dove always covered himself with glory in this part, and "took
the stage" with a Napoleonic attitude that brought down the house; for the
big-headed boy, with solemn, dark eyes and square brow, was "the very moral of
that rascal, Boneyparty," Mother Atkinson said.
Some great scheme was evidently brewing in his mighty mind a trip across the
Alps, a bonfire at Moscow, or a little skirmish at Waterloo perhaps, for he
marched in silent majesty till suddenly a gentle snore disturbed the imperial
reverie. He saw the sleeping soldier and glared upon him, saying in an awful
tone,
"Ha! asleep at his post! Death is the penalty he must die!"
Picking up the musket, he is about to execute summary justice, as emperors
are in the habit of doing, when something in the face of the weary sentinel
appears to touch him. And well it might, for a most engaging little warrior was
Jack as he lay with his shako half off, his childish face trying to keep sober,
and a great black moustache over his rosy mouth. It would have softened the
heart of any Napoleon, and the Little Corporal proved himself a man by
relenting, and saying, with a lofty gesture of forgiveness,
"Brave fellow, he is worn out; I will let him sleep, and mount guard in his
place."
Then, shouldering the gun, this noble being strode to and fro with a dignity
which thrilled the younger spectators. The sentinel awakes, sees what has
happened, and gives himself up for lost. But the Emperor restores his weapon,
and, with that smile which won all hearts, says, pointing to a high rock whereon
a crow happens to be sitting, "Be brave, be vigilant, and remember that from
yonder Pyramid generations are beholding you," and with these memorable words he
vanishes, leaving the grateful soldier bolt upright, with his hand at his temple
and deathless devotion stamped upon his youthful countenance.
The applause which followed this superb piece had hardly subsided, when a
sudden splash and a shrill cry caused a general rush toward the waterfall that
went gambolling down the rocks, singing sweetly as it ran. Pokey had tried to
gambol also, and had tumbled into a shallow pool, whither Jamie had gallantly
followed, in a vain attempt to fish her out, and both were paddling about half
frightened, half pleased with the unexpected bath.
This mishap made it necessary to get the dripping infants home as soon as
possible; so the wagons were loaded up, and away they went, as merry as if the
mountain air had really been "Oxygenated Sweets not Bitters," as Dr. Alec
suggested when Mac said he felt as jolly as if he had been drinking champagne
instead of the current wine that came with a great frosted cake wreathed with
sugar roses in Aunt Plenty's hamper of goodies.
Rose took part in all the fun, and never betrayed by look or word the twinges
of pain she suffered in her ankle. She excused herself from the games in the
evening, however, and sat talking to Uncle Alec in a lively way, that both
amazed and delighted him; for she confided to him that she played horse with the
children, drilled with the light infantry, climbed trees, and did other dreadful
things that would have caused the aunts to cry aloud if they knew of them.
"I don't care a pin what they say if you don't mind, uncle," she answered,
when he pictured the dismay of the good ladies.
"Ah, it's all very well to defy them, but you are getting so rampant, I'm
afraid you will defy me next, and then where are we?"
"No, I won't! I shouldn't dare; because you are my guardian, and can put me
in a strait-jacket if you like;" and Rose laughed in his face, even while she
nestled closer with a confiding gesture pleasant to see.
"Upon my word, Rosy, I begin to feel like the man who bought an elephant, and
then didn't know what to do with him. I thought I had got a pet and plaything
for years to come; but here you are growing up like a bean-stalk, and I shall
find I've got a strong-minded little woman on my hands before I can turn round.
There's predicament for a man and an uncle!"
Dr. Alec's comic distress was mercifully relieved for the time being by a
dance of goblins on the lawn, where the children, with pumpkin lanterns on their
heads, frisked about like will-o'-the-wisps, as a parting surprise.
When Rose went to bed, she found that Uncle Alec had not forgotten her; for
on the table stood a delicate little easel, holding two miniatures set in
velvet. She knew them both, and stood looking at them till her eyes brimmed over
with tears that were both sweet and sad; for they were the faces of her father
and mother, beautifully copied from portraits fast fading away.
Presently, she knelt down, and, putting her arms round the little shrine,
kissed one after the other, saying with an earnest voice, "I'll truly try to
make them glad to see me by and by."
And that was Rose's little prayer on the night of her fourteenth birthday.
Two days later the Campbells went home, a larger party than when they came;
for Dr. Alec was escort and Kitty Comet was borne in state in a basket, with a
bottle of milk, some tiny sandwiches, and a doll's dish to drink out of, as well
as a bit of carpet to lie on in her palace car, out of which she kept popping
her head in the most fascinating manner.
There was a great kissing and cuddling, waving of handkerchiefs, and last
good-byes, as they went; and when they had started, Mother Atkinson came running
after them, to tuck in some little pies, hot from the oven, "for the dears, who
might get tired of bread and butter during that long day's travel."
Another start, and another halt; for the Snow children came shrieking up to
demand the three kittens that Pokey was cooly carrying off in a travelling bag.
The unhappy kits were rescued, half smothered, and restored to their lawful
owners, amid dire lamentation from the little kidnapper, who declared that she
only "tooked um 'cause they'd want to go wid their sister Tomit."
Start number three and stoppage number three, as Frank hailed them with the
luncheon basket, which had been forgotten, after everyone had protested that it
was safely in.
All went well after that, and the long journey was pleasantly beguiled by
Pokey and Pussy, who played together so prettily that they were considered
public benefactors.
"Rose doesn't want to go home, for she knows the aunts won't let her rampage
as she did up at Cosey Corner," said Mac, as they approached the old house.
"I can't rampage if I want to for a time, at least; and I'll tell you why. I
sprained my ankle when I tumbled off of Barkis, and it gets worse and worse;
though I've done all I know to cure it and hide it, so it shouldn't trouble
anyone," whispered Rose, knitting her brows with pain, as she prepared to
descend, wishing her uncle would take her instead of her bundles.
How he did it, she never knew; but Mac had her up the steps and on the
parlour sofa before she could put her foot to the ground.
"There you are right side up with care; and mind, now, if your ankle bothers
you, and you are laid up with it, I am to be your footman. It's only fair, you
know; for I don't forget how good you have been to me." And Mac went to call
Phebe, so full of gratitude and good-will that his very goggles shone.
Chapter 15—Ear-Rings
Rose's sprain proved to be a serious one, owing to neglect, and Dr. Alec
ordered her to lie on the sofa for a fortnight at least; whereat she groaned
dismally, but dared not openly complain, lest the boys turn upon her with some
of the wise little sermons on patience which she had delivered for their
benefit.
It was Mac's turn now, and honourably did he repay his debt; for, as school
was still forbidden, he had plenty of leisure, and devoted most of it to Rose.
He took many steps for her, and even allowed her to teach him to knit, after
assuring himself that many a brave Scotchman knew how to "click the pricks." She
was obliged to take a solemn vow of secrecy, however, before he would consent;
for, though he did not mind being called "Giglamps," "Granny" was more than his
boyish soul could bear, and at the approach of any of the Clan his knitting
vanished as if by magic, which frequent "chucking" out of sight did not improve
the stripe he was doing for Rose's new afghan.
She was busy with this pretty work one bright October afternoon, all nicely
established on her sofa in the upper hall, while Jamie and Pokey (lent for her
amusement) were keeping house in a corner, with Comet and Rose's old doll for
their "childerns."
Presently, Phebe appeared with a card. Rose read it, made a grimace, then
laughed and said,
"I'll see Miss Blish," and immediately put on her company face, pulled out
her locket, and settled her curls.
"You dear thing, how do you do? I've been trying to call every day since you
got back, but I have so many engagements, I really couldn't manage it till
to-day. So glad you are alone, for mamma said I could sit awhile, and I brought
my lace-work to show you, for it's perfectly lovely." cried Miss Blish, greeting
Rose with a kiss, which was not very warmly returned, though Rose politely
thanked her for coming, and bid Phebe roll up the easy chair.
"How nice to have a maid!" said Ariadne, as she settled herself with much
commotion. "Still, dear, you must be very lonely, and feel the need of a bosom
friend."
"I have my cousins," began Rose, with dignity, for her visitor's patronising
manner ruffled her temper.
"Gracious, child! you don't make friends of those great boys, do you? Mamma
says she really doesn't think it's proper for you to be with them so much."
"They are like brothers, and my aunts do think it's proper," replied Rose,
rather sharply, for it struck her that this was none of Miss Blish's business.
"I was merely going to say I should be glad to have you for my bosom friend,
for Hatty Mason and I have had an awful quarrel, and don't speak. She is too
mean to live, so I gave her up. Just think, she never paid back one of the
caramels I've given her, and never invited me to her party. I could have
forgiven the caramels, but to be left out in that rude way was more than I could
bear, and I told her never to look at me again as long as she lived."
"You are very kind, but I don't think I want a bosom friend, thank you," said
Rose, as Ariadne stopped to bridle and shake her flaxen head over the delinquent
Hatty Mason.
Now, in her heart Miss Blish thought Rose "a stuck-up puss," but the other
girls wanted to know her and couldn't, the old house was a charming place to
visit, the lads were considered fine fellows, and the Campbells "are one of our
first families," mamma said. So Ariadne concealed her vexation at Rose's
coolness, and changed the subject as fast as possible.
"Studying French, I see; who is your teacher?" she asked, flitting over the
leaves of "Paul and Virginia," that lay on the table.
"I don't study it, for I read French as well as English, and uncle and I
often speak it for hours. He talks like a native, and says I have a remarkably
good accent."
Rose really could not help this small display of superiority, for French was
one of her strong points, and she was vain of it, though she usually managed to
hide this weakness. She felt that Ariadne would be the better for a little
crushing, and could not resist the temptation to patronise in her turn.
"Oh, indeed!" said Miss Blish, rather blankly, for French was not her strong
point by any means.
"I am to go abroad with uncle in a year or two, and he knows how important it
is to understand the languages. Half the girls who leave school can't speak
decent French, and when they go abroad they are so mortified. I shall be very
glad to help you, if you like, for, of course, you have no one to talk with at
home."
Now Ariadne, though she looked like a wax doll, had feelings within her
instead of sawdust, and these feelings were hurt by Rose's lofty tone. She
thought her more "stuck up" than ever, but did not know how to bring her down,
yet longed to do it, for she felt as if she had received a box on the ear, and
involuntarily put her hand up to it. The touch of an ear-ring consoled her, and
suggested a way of returning tit for tat in a telling manner.
"Thank you, dear; I don't need any help, for our teacher is from Paris, and
of course he speaks better French than your uncle." Then she added, with a
gesture of her head that set the little bells on her ears to tingling: "How do
you like my new ear-rings? Papa gave them to me last week, and everyone says
they are lovely."
Rose came down from her high horse with a rapidity that was comical, for
Ariadne had the upper hand now. Rose adored pretty things, longed to wear them,
and the desire of her girlish soul was to have her ears bored, only Dr. Alec
thought it foolish, so she never had done it. She would gladly have given all
the French she could jabber for a pair of golden bells with pearl-tipped
tongues, like those Ariadne wore; and, clasping her hands, she answered, in a
tone that went to the hearer's heart,
"They are too sweet for anything! If uncle would only let me wear some, I
should be perfectly happy."
"I wouldn't mind what he says. Papa laughed at me at first, but he likes them
now, and says I shall have diamond solitaires when I am eighteen," said Ariadne,
quite satisfied with her shot.
"I've got a pair now that were mamma's, and a beautiful little pair of pearl
and turquoise ones, that I am dying to wear," sighed Rose.
"Then do it. I'll pierce your ears, and you must wear a bit of silk in them
till they are well; your curls will hide them nicely; then, some day, slip in
your smallest ear-rings, and see if your uncle don't like them."
"I asked him if it wouldn't do my eyes good once when they were red, and he
only laughed. People do cure weak eyes that way, don't they?"
"Yes, indeed, and yours are sort of red. Let me see. Yes, I really think you
ought to do it before they get worse," said Ariadne, peering into the large
clear eye offered for inspection.
"Does it hurt much?" asked Rose, wavering.
"Oh dear, no; just a prick and a pull, and it's all over. I've done lots of
ears, and know just how. Come, push up your hair and get a big needle."
"I don't quite like to do it without asking uncle's leave," faltered Rose,
when all was ready for the operation.
"Did he ever forbid it?" demanded Ariadne, hovering over her prey like a
vampire.
"No, never!"
"Then do it, unless you are afraid," cried Miss Blish, bent on accomplishing
the deed.
That last word settled the matter, and, closing her eyes, Rose said "Punch!"
in the tone of one giving the fatal order "Fire!"
Ariadne punched, and the victim bore it in heroic silence, though she turned
pale and her eyes were full of tears of anguish.
"There! Now pull the bits of silk often, and cold-cream your ears every
night, and you'll soon be ready for the rings," said Ariadne, well pleased with
her job, for the girl who spoke French with "a fine accent" lay flat upon the
sofa, looking as exhausted as if she had had both ears cut off.
"It does hurt dreadfully, and I know uncle won't like it," sighed Rose, as
remorse began to gnaw. "Promise not to tell, or I shall be teased to death," she
added, anxiously, entirely forgetting the two little pitchers gifted with eyes
as well as ears, who had been watching the whole performance from afar.
"Never. Mercy me, what's that?" and Ariadne started as a sudden sound of
steps and voices came up from below.
"It's the boys! Hide the needle. Do my ears show? Don't breathe a word!"
whispered Rose, scrambling about to conceal all traces of their iniquity from
the sharp eyes of the Clan.
Up they came, all in good order, laden with the proceeds of a nutting
expedition, for they always reported to Rose and paid tribute to their queen in
the handsomest manner.
"How many, and how big! We'll have a grand roasting frolic after tea, won't
we?" said Rose, plunging both hands into a bag of glossy brown nuts, while the
Clan "stood at ease" and nodded to Ariadne.
"That lot was picked especially for you, Rosy. I got every one myself, and
they are extra whackers," said Mac, presenting a bushel or so.
"You should have seen Giglamps when he was after them. He pitched out of the
tree, and would have broken his blessed old neck if Arch had not caught him,"
observed Steve, as he lounged gracefully in the window seat.
"You needn't talk, Dandy, when you didn't know a chestnut from a beech, and
kept on thrashing till I told you of it," retorted Mac, festooning himself over
the back of the sofa, being a privileged boy.
"I don't make mistakes when I thrash you, old Worm, so you'd better mind what
you are about," answered Steve, without a ray of proper respect for his elder
brother.
"It is getting dark, and I must go, or mamma will be alarmed," said Ariadne,
rising in sudden haste, though she hoped to be asked to remain to the nut-party.
No one invited her; and all the while she was putting on her things and
chatting to Rose the boys were telegraphing to one another the sad fact that
someone ought to escort the young lady home. Not a boy felt heroic enough to
cast himself into the breach, however; even polite Archie shirked the duty,
saying to Charlie, as they quietly slipped into an adjoining room,
"I'm not going to do all the gallivanting. Let Steve take that chit home and
show his manners."
"I'll be hanged if I do!" answered Prince, who disliked Miss Blish because
she tried to be coquettish with him.
"Then I will," and, to the dismay of both recreant lads, Dr. Alec walked out
of the room to offer his services to the "chit."
He was too late, however, for Mac, obeying a look from Rose, had already made
a victim of himself, and trudged meekly away, wishing the gentle Ariadne at the
bottom of the Red Sea.
"Then I will take this lady down to tea, as the other one has found a
gentleman to go home with her. I see the lamps are lighted below, and I smell a
smell which tells me that auntie has something extra nice for us to-night."
As he spoke, Dr. Alec was preparing to carry Rose downstairs as usual; but
Archie and Prince rushed forward, begging with penitent eagerness for the honour
of carrying her in an arm-chair. Rose consented, fearing that her uncle's keen
eye would discover the fatal bits of silk; so the boys crossed hands, and,
taking a good grip of each curly pate, she was borne down in state, while the
others followed by way of the banisters.
Tea was ordered earlier than usual, so that Jamie and his dolly could have a
taste, at least, of the holiday fun, for they were to stay till seven, and be
allowed twelve roasted chestnuts apiece, which they were under bonds not to eat
till next day.
Tea was despatched rapidly, therefore, and the party gathered round the wide
hearth in the dining-room, where the nuts were soon dancing gaily on hot shovels
or bouncing out among the company, thereby causing delightful panics among the
little ones.
"Come, Rosy, tell us a story while we work, for you can't help much, and must
amuse us as your share," proposed Mac, who sat in the shade pricking nuts, and
who knew by experience what a capital little Scheherazade his cousin was.
"Yes, we poor monkeys can't burn our paws for nothing, so tell away, Pussy,"
added Charlie, as he threw several hot nuts into her lap and shook his fingers
afterwards.
"Well, I happen to have a little story with a moral to it in my mind, and I
will tell it, though it is intended for younger children than you," answered
Rose, who was rather fond of telling instructive tales.
"Fire away," said Geordie, and she obeyed, little thinking what a disastrous
story it would prove to herself.
"Well, once upon a time, a little girl went to see a young lady who was very
fond of her. Now, the young lady happened to be lame, and had to have her foot
bandaged up every day; so she kept a basketful of bandages, all nicely rolled
and ready. The little girl liked to play with this basket, and one day, when she
thought no one saw her, she took one of the rolls without asking leave, and put
it in her pocket."
Here Pokey, who had been peering lovingly down at the five warm nuts that lay
at the bottom of her tiny pocket, suddenly looked up and said, "Oh!" in a
startled tone, as if the moral tale had become intensely interesting all at
once.
Rose heard and saw the innocent betrayal of the small sinner, and went on in
a most impressive manner, while the boys nudged one another and winked as they
caught the joke.
"But an eye did see this naughty little girl, and whose eye do you think it
was?"
"Eye of Dod," murmured conscience-stricken Pokey, spreading two chubby little
hands before the round face, which they were not half big enough to hide.
Rose was rather taken aback by this reply, but, feeling that she was
producing a good effect, she added seriously,
"Yes, God saw her, and so did the young lady, but she did not say anything;
she waited to see what the little girl would do about it. She had been very
happy before she took the bandage, but when it was in her pocket she seemed
troubled, and pretty soon stopped playing, and sat down in a corner looking very
sober. She thought a few minutes, and then went and put back the roll very
softly, and her face cleared up, and she was a happy child again. The young lady
was glad to see that, and wondered what made the little girl put it back."
"Tonscience p'icked her," murmured a contrite voice from behind the small
hands pressed tightly over Pokey's red face.
"And why did she take it, do you suppose?" asked Rose, in a school-marmish
tone, feeling that all the listeners were interested in her tale and its
unexpected application.
"It was so nice and wound, and she wanted it deffly," answered the little
voice.
"Well, I'm glad she had such a good conscience. The moral is that people who
steal don't enjoy what they take, and are not happy till they put it back. What
makes that little girl hide her face?" asked Rose, as she concluded.
"Me's so 'shamed of Pokey," sobbed the small culprit, quite overcome by
remorse and confusion at this awful disclosure.
"Come, Rose, it's too bad to tell her little tricks before everyone, and
preach at her in that way; you wouldn't like it yourself," began Dr. Alec,
taking the weeper on his knee and administering consolation in the shape of
kisses and nuts.
Before Rose could express her regret, Jamie, who had been reddening and
ruffling like a little turkey-cock for several minutes, burst out indignantly,
bent on avenging the wound given to his beloved dolly.
"I know something bad that you did, and I'm going to tell right out. You
thought we didn't see you, but we did, and you said uncle wouldn't like it, and
the boys would tease, and you made Ariadne promise not to tell, and she punched
holes in your ears to put ear-rings in. So now! and that's much badder than to
take an old piece of rag; and I hate you for making my Pokey cry."
Jamie's somewhat incoherent explosion produced such an effect that Pokey's
small sin was instantly forgotten, and Rose felt that her hour had come.
"What! what! what!" cried the boys in a chorus, dropping their shovels and
knives to gather round Rose, for a guilty clutching at her ears betrayed her,
and with a feeble cry of "Ariadne made me!" she hid her head among the pillows
like an absurd little ostrich.
"Now she'll go prancing round with bird cages and baskets and carts and pigs,
for all I know, in her ears, as the other girls do, and won't she look like a
goose?" asked one tormentor, tweaking a curl that strayed out from the cushions.
"I didn't think she'd be so silly," said Mac, in a tone of disappointment
that told Rose she had sunk in the esteem of her wise cousin.
"That Blish girl is a nuisance, and ought not to be allowed to come here with
her nonsensical notions," said the Prince, feeling a strong desire to shake that
young person as an angry dog might shake a mischievous kitten.
"How do you like it, uncle?" asked Archie, who, being the head of a family
himself, believed in preserving discipline at all costs.
"I am very much surprised; but I see she is a girl, after all, and must have
her vanities like all the rest of them," answered Dr. Alec, with a sigh, as if
he had expected to find Rose a sort of angel, above all earthly temptations.
"What shall you do about it, sir?" inquired Geordie, wondering what
punishment would be inflicted on a feminine culprit.
"As she is fond of ornaments, perhaps we had better give her a nose-ring
also. I have one somewhere that a Fiji belle once wore; I'll look it up," and,
leaving Pokey to Jamie's care, Dr. Alec rose as if to carry out his suggestion
in earnest.
"Good! good! We'll do it right away! Here's a gimlet, so you hold her, boys,
while I get her dear little nose all ready," cried Charlie, whisking away the
pillow as the other boys danced about the sofa in true Fiji style.
It was a dreadful moment, for Rose could not run away she could only grasp
her precious nose with one hand and extend the other, crying distractedly,
"O uncle, save me, save me!"
Of course he saved her; and when she was securely barricaded by his strong
arm, she confessed her folly in such humiliation of spirit, that the lads, after
a good laugh at her, decided to forgive her and lay all the blame on the
tempter, Ariadne. Even Dr. Alec relented so far as to propose two gold rings for
the ears instead of one copper one for the nose; a proceeding which proved that
if Rose had all the weakness of her sex for jewellery, he had all the
inconsistency of his in giving a pretty penitent exactly what she wanted, spite
of his better judgment.
Chapter 16—Bread and Button-Holes
"What in the world is my girl thinking about all alone here, with such a
solemn face?" asked Dr. Alec, coming into the study, one November day, to find
Rose sitting there with folded hands and a very thoughtful aspect.
"Uncle, I want to have some serious conversation with you, if you have time,"
she said, coming out of a brown study, as if she had not heard his question.
"I'm entirely at your service, and most happy to listen," he answered, in his
politest manner, for when Rose put on her womanly little airs he always treated
her with a playful sort of respect that pleased her very much.
Now, as he sat down beside her, she said, very soberly,
"I've been trying to decide what trade I would learn, and I want you to
advise me."
"Trade, my dear?" and Dr. Alec looked so astonished that she hastened to
explain.
"I forgot that you didn't hear the talk about it up at Cosey Corner. You see
we used to sit under the pines and sew, and talk a great deal all the ladies, I
mean and I liked it very much. Mother Atkinson thought that everyone should have
a trade, or something to make a living out of, for rich people may grow poor,
you know, and poor people have to work. Her girls were very clever, and could do
ever so many things, and Aunt Jessie thought the old lady was right; so when I
saw how happy and independent those young ladies were, I wanted to have a trade,
and then it wouldn't matter about money, though I like to have it well enough."
Dr. Alec listened to this explanation with a curious mixture of surprise,
pleasure, and amusement in his face, and looked at his little niece as if she
had suddenly changed into a young woman. She had grown a good deal in the last
six months, and an amount of thinking had gone on in that young head which would
have astonished him greatly could he have known it all, for Rose was one of the
children who observe and meditate much, and now and then nonplus their friends
by a wise or curious remark.
"I quite agree with the ladies, and shall be glad to help you decide on
something if I can," said the Doctor seriously. "What do you incline to? A
natural taste or talent is a great help in choosing, you know."
"I haven't any talent, or any especial taste that I can see, and that is why
I can't decide, uncle. So, I think it would be a good plan to pick out some very
useful business and learn it, because I don't do it for pleasure, you see, but
as a part of my education, and to be ready in case I'm ever poor," answered
Rose, looking as if she rather longed for a little poverty so that her useful
gift might be exercised.
"Well, now, there is one very excellent, necessary, and womanly
accomplishment that no girl should be without, for it is a help to rich and
poor, and the comfort of families depends upon it. This fine talent is neglected
nowadays, and considered old-fashioned, which is a sad mistake, and one that I
don't mean to make in bringing up my girl. It should be a part of every girl's
education, and I know of a most accomplished lady who will teach you in the best
and pleasantest manner."
"Oh, what is it?" cried Rose eagerly, charmed to be met in this helpful and
cordial way.
"Housekeeping!" answered Dr. Alec.
"Is that an accomplishment?" asked Rose, while her face fell, for she had
indulged in all sorts of vague, delightful dreams.
"Yes; it is one of the most beautiful as well as useful of all the arts a
woman can learn. Not so romantic, perhaps, as singing, painting, writing, or
teaching, even; but one that makes many happy and comfortable, and home the
sweetest place in the world. Yes, you may open your big eyes; but it is a fact
that I had rather see you a good housekeeper than the greatest belle in the
city. It need not interfere with any talent you may possess, but it is a
necessary part of your training, and I hope that you will set about it at once,
now that you are well and strong."
"Who is the lady?" asked Rose, rather impressed by her uncle's earnest
speech.
"Aunt Plenty."
"Is she accomplished?" began Rose in a wondering tone, for this great-aunt of
hers had seemed the least cultivated of them all.
"In the good old-fashioned way she is very accomplished, and has made this
house a happy home to us all, ever since we can remember. She is not elegant,
but genuinely good, and so beloved and respected that there will be universal
mourning for her when her place is empty. No one can fill it, for the solid,
homely virtues of the dear soul have gone out of fashion, as I say, and nothing
new can be half so satisfactory, to me at least."
"I should like to have people feel so about me. Can she teach me to do what
she does, and to grow as good?" asked Rose, with a little prick of remorse for
even thinking that Aunt Plenty was a commonplace old lady.
"Yes, if you don't despise such simple lessons as she can give. I know it
would fill her dear old heart with pride and pleasure to feel that anyone cared
to learn of her, for she fancies her day gone by. Let her teach you how to be
what she has been a skilful, frugal, cheerful housewife; the maker and the
keeper of a happy home, and by and by you will see what a valuable lesson it
is."
"I will, uncle. But how shall I begin?"
"I'll speak to her about it, and she will make it all right with Dolly, for
cooking is one of the main things, you know."
"So it is! I don't mind that a bit, for I like to mess, and used to try at
home; but I had no one to tell me, so I never did much but spoil my aprons. Pies
are great fun, only Dolly is so cross, I don't believe she will ever let me do a
thing in the kitchen."
"Then we'll cook in the parlour. I fancy Aunt Plenty will manage her, so
don't be troubled. Only mind this, I'd rather you learned how to make good bread
than the best pies ever baked. When you bring me a handsome, wholesome loaf,
entirely made by yourself, I shall be more pleased than if you offered me a pair
of slippers embroidered in the very latest style. I don't wish to bribe you, but
I'll give you my heartiest kiss, and promise to eat every crumb of the loaf
myself."
"It's a bargain! it's a bargain! Come and tell aunty all about it, for I'm in
a hurry to begin," cried Rose, dancing before him toward the parlor, where Miss
Plenty sat alone knitting contentedly, yet ready to run at the first call for
help of any sort, from any quarter.
No need to tell how surprised and gratified she was at the invitation she
received to teach the child the domestic arts which were her only
accomplishments, nor to relate how energetically she set about her pleasant
task. Dolly dared not grumble, for Miss Plenty was the one person whom she
obeyed, and Phebe openly rejoiced, for these new lessons brought Rose nearer to
her, and glorified the kitchen in the good girl's eyes.
To tell the truth, the elder aunts had sometimes felt that they did not have
quite their share of the little niece who had won their hearts long ago, and was
the sunshine of the house. They talked it over together sometimes, but always
ended by saying that as Alec had all the responsibility, he should have the
larger share of the dear girl's love and time, and they would be contented with
such crumbs of comfort as they could get.
Dr. Alec had found out this little secret, and, after reproaching himself for
being blind and selfish, was trying to devise some way of mending matters
without troubling anyone, when Rose's new whim suggested an excellent method of
weaning her a little from himself. He did not know how fond he was of her till
he gave her up to the new teacher, and often could not resist peeping in at the
door to see how she got on, or stealing sly looks through the slide when she was
deep in dough, or listening intently to some impressive lecture from Aunt
Plenty. They caught him at it now and then, and ordered him off the premises at
the point of the rolling-pin; or, if unusually successful, and, therefore, in a
milder mood, they lured him away with bribes of ginger-bread, a stray pickle, or
a tart that was not quite symmetrical enough to suit their critical eyes.
Of course he made a point of partaking copiously of all the delectable messes
that now appeared at table, for both the cooks were on their mettle, and he
fared sumptuously every day. But an especial relish was given to any dish when,
in reply to his honest praise of it, Rose coloured up with innocent pride, and
said modestly,
"I made that, uncle, and I'm glad you like it."
It was some time before the perfect loaf appeared, for bread-making is an art
not easily learned, and Aunt Plenty was very thorough in her teaching; so Rose
studied yeast first, and through various stages of cake and biscuit came at last
to the crowning glory of the "handsome, wholesome loaf." It appeared at
tea-time, on a silver salver, proudly borne in by Phebe, who could not refrain
from whispering, with a beaming face, as she set it down before Dr. Alec,
"Ain't it just lovely, sir?"
"It is a regularly splendid loaf! Did my girl make it all herself?" he asked,
surveying the shapely, sweet-smelling object with real interest and pleasure.
"Every particle herself, and never asked a bit of help or advice from
anyone," answered Aunt Plenty, folding her hands with an air of unmitigated
satisfaction, for her pupil certainly did her great credit.
"I've had so many failures and troubles that I really thought I never should
be able to do it alone. Dolly let one splendid batch burn up because I forgot
it. She was there and smelt it, but never did a thing, for she said, when I
undertook to bake bread I must give my whole mind to it. Wasn't it hard? She
might have called me at least," said Rose, recollecting, with a sigh, the
anguish of that moment.
"She meant you should learn by experience, as Rosamond did in that little
affair of the purple jar, you remember."
"I always thought it very unfair in her mother not to warn the poor thing a
little bit; and she was regularly mean when Rosamond asked for a bowl to put the
purple stuff in, and she said, in such a provoking way, 'I did not agree to lend
you a bowl, but I will, my dear.' Ugh! I always want to shake that hateful
woman, though she was a moral mamma."
"Never mind her now, but tell me all about my loaf," said Dr. Alec, much
amused at Rose's burst of indignation.
"There's nothing to tell, uncle, except that I did my best, gave my mind to
it, and sat watching over it all the while it was in the oven till I was quite
baked myself. Everything went right this time, and it came out a nice, round,
crusty loaf, as you see. Now taste it, and tell me if it is good as well as
handsome."
"Must I cut it? Can't I put it under a glass cover and keep it in the parlor
as they do wax flowers and fine works of that sort?"
"What an idea, uncle! It would mould and be spoilt. Besides, people would
laugh at us, and make fun of my old-fashioned accomplishment. You promised to
eat it, and you must; not all at once, but as soon as you can, so I can make you
some more."
Dr. Alec solemnly cut off his favourite crusty slice, and solemnly ate it;
then wiped his lips, and brushing back Rose's hair, solemnly kissed her on the
forehead, saying, heartily,
"My dear, it is perfect bread, and you are an honour to your teacher. When we
have our model school I shall offer a prize for the best bread, and you will get
it."
"I've got it already, and I'm quite satisfied," said Rose, slipping into her
seat, and trying to hide her right hand which had a burn on it.
But Dr. Alec saw it, guessed how it came there, and after tea insisted on
easing the pain which she would hardly confess.
"Aunt Clara says I am spoiling my hands, but I don't care, for I've had such
good times with Aunt Plenty, and I think she has enjoyed it as much as I have.
Only one thing troubles me, uncle, and I want to ask you about it," said Rose,
as they paced up and down the hall in the twilight, the bandaged hand very
carefully laid on Dr. Alec's arm.
"More little confidences? I like them immensely, so tell away, my dear."
"Well, you see I feel as if Aunt Peace would like to do something for me, and
I've found out what it can be. You know she can't go about like Aunty Plen, and
we are so busy nowadays that she is rather lonely, I'm afraid. So I want to take
lessons in sewing of her. She works so beautifully, and it is a useful thing,
you know, and I ought to be a good needlewoman as well as housekeeper, oughtn't
I?"
"Bless your kind little heart, that is what I was thinking of the other day
when Aunt Peace said she saw you very seldom now, you were so busy I wanted to
speak of it, but fancied you had as much on your hands as you could manage. It
would delight the dear woman to teach you all her delicate handicraft,
especially button-holes, for I believe that is where young ladies fail; at
least, I've heard them say so. So, do you devote your mind to button-holes; make
'em all over my clothes if you want something to practice on. I'll wear any
quantity."
Rose laughed at this reckless offer, but promised to attend to that important
branch, though she confessed that darning was her weak point. Whereupon Uncle
Alec engaged to supply her with socks in all stages of dilapidation, and to have
a new set at once, so that she could run the heels for him as a pleasant
beginning.
Then they went up to make their request in due form, to the great delight of
gentle Aunt Peace, who got quite excited with the fun that went on while they
would yarn, looked up darning needles, and fitted out a nice little mending
basket for her pupil.
Very busy and very happy were Rose's days now, for in the morning she went
about the house with Aunt Plenty attending to linen-closets and store-rooms,
pickling and preserving, exploring garret and cellar to see that all was right,
and learning, in the good old-fashioned manner, to look well after the ways of
the household.
In the afternoon, after her walk or drive, she sat with Aunt Peace plying her
needle, while Aunt Plenty, whose eyes were failing, knitted and chatted briskly,
telling many a pleasant story of old times, till the three were moved to laugh
and cry together, for the busy needles were embroidering all sorts of bright
patterns on the lives of the workers, though they seemed to be only stitching
cotton and darning hose.
It was a pretty sight to see the rosy-faced little maid sitting between the
two old ladies, listening dutifully to their instructions, and cheering the
lessons with her lively chatter and blithe laugh. If the kitchen had proved
attractive to Dr. Alec when Rose was there at work, the sewing-room was quite
irresistible, and he made himself so agreeable that no one had the heart to
drive him away, especially when he read aloud or spun yarns.
"There! I've made you a new set of warm night-gowns with four button-holes in
each. See if they are not neatly done," said Rose, one day, some weeks after the
new lessons began.
"Even to a thread, and nice little bars across the end so I can't tear them
when I twitch the buttons out. Most superior work, ma'am, and I'm deeply
grateful; so much so, that I'll sew on these buttons myself, and save those
tired fingers from another prick."
"You sew them on?" cried Rose, with her eyes wide open in amazement.
"Wait a bit till I get my sewing tackle, and then you shall see what I can
do."
"Can he, really?" asked Rose of Aunt Peace, as Uncle Alec marched off with a
comical air of importance.
"Oh, yes, I taught him years ago, before he went to sea; and I suppose he has
had to do things for himself, more or less, ever since; so he has kept his hand
in."
He evidently had, for he was soon back with a funny little work-bag, out of
which he produced a thimble without a top; and, having threaded his needle, he
proceeded to sew on the buttons so handily that Rose was much impressed and
amused.
"I wonder if there is anything in the world that you cannot do," she said, in
a tone of respectful admiration.
"There are one or two things that I am not up to yet," he answered, with a
laugh in the corner of his eye, as he waxed his thread with a flourish.
"I should like to know what?"
"Bread and button-holes, ma'am."
Chapter 17—Good Bargains
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, and four boys were trying to spend it
quietly in the "liberry," as Jamie called the room devoted to books and boys, at
Aunt Jessie's. Will and Geordie were sprawling on the sofa, deep in the
adventures of the scapegraces and ragamuffins whose histories are now the
fashion. Archie lounged in the easy chair, surrounded by newspapers; Charlie
stood upon the rug, in an Englishman's favourite attitude, and, I regret to say,
both were smoking cigars.
"It is my opinion that this day will never come to an end," said Prince, with
a yawn that nearly rent him asunder.
"Read and improve your mind, my son," answered Archie, peering solemnly over
the paper behind which he had been dozing.
"Don't you preach, parson, but put on your boots and come out for a tramp,
instead of mulling over the fire like a granny."
"No, thank you, tramps in an easterly storm don't strike me as amusing."
There Archie stopped and held up his hand, for a pleasant voice was heard saying
outside,
"Are the boys in the library, auntie?"
"Yes, dear, and longing for sunshine; so run in and make it for them,"
answered Mrs. Jessie.
"It's Rose," and Archie threw his cigar into the fire.
"What's that for?" asked Charlie.
"Gentlemen don't smoke before ladies."
"True; but I'm not going to waste my weed," and Prince poked his into the
empty inkstand that served them for an ash tray.
A gentle tap at the door was answered by a chorus of "Come in," and Rose
appeared, looking blooming and breezy with the chilly air.
"If I disturb you, say so, and I'll go away," she began, pausing on the
threshold with modest hesitation, for something in the elder boys' faces excited
her curiosity.
"You never disturb us, cousin," said the smokers, while the readers tore
themselves from the heroes of the bar-room and gutter long enough to nod affably
to their guest.
As Rose bent to warm her hands, one end of Archie's cigar stuck out of the
ashes, smoking furiously and smelling strongly.
"Oh, you bad boys, how could you do it, to-day of all days?" she said
reproachfully.
"Where's the harm?" asked Archie.
"You know as well as I do; your mother doesn't like it, and it's a bad habit,
for it wastes money and does you no good."
"Fiddlesticks! every man smokes, even Uncle Alec, whom you think so perfect,"
began Charlie, in his teasing way.
"No, he doesn't! He has given it up, and I know why," cried Rose eagerly.
"Now I think of it, I haven't seen the old meerschaum since he came home. Did
he stop it on our account?" asked Archie.
"Yes," and Rose told the little scene on the seashore in the camping-out
time.
Archie seemed much impressed, and said manfully, "He won't have done that in
vain so far as I'm concerned. I don't care a pin about smoking, so can give it
up as easy as not, and I promise you I will. I only do it now and then for fun."
"You too?" and Rose looked up at the bonny Prince, who never looked less
bonny than at that moment, for he had resumed his cigar just to torment her.
Now Charlie cared as little as Archie about smoking, but it would not do to
yield too soon: so he shook his head, gave a great puff, and said loftily,
"You women are always asking us to give up harmless little things just
because you don't approve of them. How would you like it if we did the same by
you, miss?"
"If I did harmful or silly things, I'd thank you for telling me of them, and
I'd try to mend my ways," answered Rose heartily.
"Well, now, we'll see if you mean what you say. I'll give up smoking to
please you, if you will give up something to please me," said Prince, seeing a
good chance to lord it over the weaker vessel at small cost to himself.
"I'll agree if it is as foolish as cigars."
"Oh, it's ever so much sillier."
"Then I promise; what is it?" and Rose quite trembled with anxiety to know
which of her pet habits or possessions she must lose.
"Give up your ear-rings," and Charlie laughed wickedly, sure that she would
never hold to that bargain.
Rose uttered a cry and clapped both hands to her ears where the gold rings
hung.
"Oh, Charlie, wouldn't anything else do as well? I've been through so much
teasing and trouble, I do want to enjoy my pretty ear-rings, for I can wear them
now."
"Wear as many as you like, and I'll smoke in peace," returned this bad boy.
"Will nothing else satisfy you?" imploringly.
"Nothing," sternly.
Rose stood silent for a minute, thinking of something Aunt Jessie once said
"You have more influence over the boys than you know; use it for their good, and
I shall thank you all my life." Here was a chance to do some good by sacrificing
a little vanity of her own. She felt it was right to do it, yet found it very
hard, and asked wistfully,
"Do you mean never wear them, Charlie?"
"Never, unless you want me to smoke."
"I never do."
"Then clinch the bargain."
He had no idea she would do it, and was much surprised when she took the dear
rings from her ears, with a quick gesture, and held them out to him, saying, in
a tone that made the colour come up to his brown cheek, it was so full of sweet
good will,
"I care more for my cousins than for my ear-rings, so I promise, and I'll
keep my word."
"For shame, Prince! let her wear her little danglers if she likes, and don't
bargain about doing what you know is right," cried Archie, coming out of his
grove of newspapers with an indignant bounce.
But Rose was bent on showing her aunt that she could use her influence for
the boys' good, and said steadily,
"It is fair, and I want it to be so, then you will believe I'm in earnest.
Here, each of you wear one of these on your watch-guard to remind you. I shall
not forget, because very soon I cannot wear ear-rings if I want to."
As she spoke, Rose offered a little ring to each cousin, and the boys, seeing
how sincere she was, obeyed her. When the pledges were safe, Rose stretched a
hand to each, and the lads gave hers a hearty grip, half pleased and half
ashamed of their part in the compact.
Just at that moment Dr. Alec and Mrs. Jessie came in.
"What's this? Dancing Ladies' Triumph on Sunday?" exclaimed Uncle Alec,
surveying the trio with surprise.
"No, sir, it is the Anti-Tobacco League. Will you join?" said Charlie, while
Rose slipped away to her aunt, and Archie buried both cigars behind the back
log.
When the mystery was explained, the elders were well pleased, and Rose
received a vote of thanks, which made her feel as if she had done a service to
her country, as she had, for every boy who grows up free from bad habits bids
fair to make a good citizen.
"I wish Rose would drive a bargain with Will and Geordie also, for I think
these books are as bad for the small boys as cigars for the large ones," said
Mrs. Jessie, sitting down on the sofa between the readers, who politely curled
up their legs to make room for her.
"I thought they were all the fashion," answered Dr. Alec, settling in the big
chair with Rose.
"So is smoking, but it is harmful. The writers of these popular stories
intend to do good, I have no doubt, but it seems to me they fail because their
motto is, 'Be smart, and you will be rich,' instead of 'Be honest, and you will
be happy.' I do not judge hastily, Alec, for I have read a dozen, at least, of
these stories, and, with much that is attractive to boys, I find a great deal to
condemn in them, and other parents say the same when I ask them."
"Now, Mum, that's too bad! I like 'em tip-top. This one is a regular
screamer," cried Will.
"They're bully books, and I'd like to know where's the harm," added Geordie.
"You have just shown us one of the chief evils, and that is slang," answered
their mother quickly.
"Must have it, ma'am. If these chaps talked all right, there'd be no fun in
'em," protested Will.
"A boot-black mustn't use good grammar, and a newsboy must swear a little, or
he wouldn't be natural," explained Geordie, both boys ready to fight gallantly
for their favourites.
"But my sons are neither boot-blacks nor newsboys, and I object to hearing
them use such words as 'screamer,' 'bully,' and 'buster.' In fact, I fail to see
the advantage of writing books about such people unless it is done in a very
different way. I cannot think they will help to refine the ragamuffins if they
read them, and I'm sure they can do no good to the better class of boys, who
through these books are introduced to police courts, counterfeiters' dens,
gambling houses, drinking saloons, and all sorts of low life."
"Some of them are about first-rate boys, mother; and they go to sea and
study, and sail round the world, having great larks all the way."
"I have read about them, Geordie, and though they are better than the others,
I am not satisfied with these optical delusions, as I call them. Now, I put it
to you, boys, is it natural for lads from fifteen to eighteen to command ships,
defeat pirates, outwit smugglers, and so cover themselves with glory, that
Admiral Farragut invites them to dinner, saying, 'Noble boy, you are an honour
to your country!' Or, if the hero is in the army, he has hair-breadth escapes
and adventures enough in one small volume to turn his hair white, and in the end
he goes to Washington at the express desire of the President or
Commander-in-chief to be promoted to no end of stars and bars. Even if the hero
is merely an honest boy trying to get his living, he is not permitted to do so
in a natural way, by hard work and years of patient effort, but is suddenly
adopted by a millionaire whose pocket-book he has returned; or a rich uncle
appears from sea just in the nick of time; or the remarkable boy earns a few
dollars, speculates in pea-nuts or neckties, and grows rich so rapidly that
Sinbad in the diamond valley is a pauper compared to him. Isn't it so, boys?"
"Well, the fellows in these books are mighty lucky, and very smart, I must
say," answered Will, surveying an illustration on the open page before him,
where a small but virtuous youth is upsetting a tipsy giant in a bar-room, and
under it the elegant inscription, "Dick Dauntless punches the head of Sam
Soaker."
"It gives boys such wrong ideas of life and business; shows them so much evil
and vulgarity that they need not know about, and makes the one success worth
having a fortune, a lord's daughter, or some worldly honour, often not worth the
time it takes to win. It does seem to me that some one might write stories that
should be lively, natural and helpful tales in which the English should be good,
the morals pure, and the characters such as we can love in spite of the faults
that all may have. I can't bear to see such crowds of eager little fellows at
the libraries reading such trash; weak, when it is not wicked, and totally unfit
to feed the hungry minds that feast on it for want of something better. There!
my lecture is done; now I should like to hear what you gentlemen have to say,"
and Aunt Jessie subsided with a pretty flush on the face that was full of
motherly anxiety for her boys.
"Tom Brown just suits mother, and me too, so I wish Mr. Hughes would write
another story as good," said Archie.
"You don't find things of this sort in Tom Brown; yet these books are all in
the Sunday-school libraries" and Mrs. Jessie read the following paragraph from
the book she had taken from Will's hand,
"'In this place we saw a tooth of John the Baptist. Ben said he could see
locust and wild honey sticking to it. I couldn't. Perhaps John used a piece of
the true cross for a tooth-pick.'"
"A larky sort of a boy says that, Mum, and we skip the parts where they
describe what they saw in the different countries," cried Will.
"And those descriptions, taken mostly from guidebooks, I fancy, are the only
parts of any real worth. The scrapes of the bad boys make up the rest of the
story, and it is for those you read these books, I think," answered his mother,
stroking back the hair off the honest little face that looked rather abashed at
this true statement of the case.
"Anyway, mother, the ship part is useful, for we learn how to sail her, and
by and by that will all come handy when we go to sea," put in Geordie.
"Indeed, then you can explain this manoeuvre to me, of course," and Mrs.
Jessie read from another page the following nautical paragraph,
"The wind is south-south-west, and we can have her up four points closer to
the wind, and still be six points off the wind. As she luffs up we shall man the
fore and main sheets, slack on the weather, and haul on the lee braces."
"I guess I could, if I wasn't afraid of uncle. He knows so much more than I
do, he'd laugh," began Geordie, evidently puzzled by the question.
"Ho, you know you can't, so why make believe? We don't understand half of the
sea lingo, Mum, and I dare say it's all wrong," cried Will, suddenly going over
to the enemy, to Geordie's great disgust.
"I do wish the boys wouldn't talk to me as if I was a ship," said Rose,
bringing forward a private grievance. "Coming home from church this morning, the
wind blew me about, and Will called out, right in the street, 'Brail up the
foresail, and take in the flying-jib, that will ease her.'"
The boys shouted at the plaintive tone in which Rose repeated the words that
offended her, and Will vainly endeavoured to explain that he only meant to tell
her to wrap her cloak closer, and tie a veil over the tempest-tossed feathers in
her hat.
"To tell the truth, if the boys must have slang, I can bear the 'sea lingo,'
as Will calls it, better than the other. It afflicts me less to hear my sons
talk about 'brailing up the foresail' than doing as they 'darn please,' and 'cut
your cable' is decidedly preferable to 'let her rip.' I once made a rule that I
would have no slang in the house. I give it up now, for I cannot keep it; but I
will not have rubbishy books; so, Archie, please send these two after your
cigars."
Mrs. Jessie held both the small boys fast with an arm round each neck, and
when she took this base advantage of them they could only squirm with dismay.
"Yes, right behind the back log," she continued, energetically. "There, my
hearties (you like sea slang, so I'll give you a bit) now, I want you to promise
not to read any more stuff for a month, and I'll agree to supply you with
wholesome fare."
"Oh, mother, not a single one?" cried Will.
"Couldn't we just finish those?" pleaded Geordie.
"The boys threw away half-smoked cigars; and your books must go after them.
Surely you would not be outdone by the 'old fellows,' as you call them, or be
less obedient to little Mum than they were to Rose."
"Course not! Come on, Geordie," and Will took the vow like a hero. His
brother sighed and obeyed, but privately resolved to finish his story the minute
the month was over.
"You have laid out a hard task for yourself, Jessie, in trying to provide
good reading for boys who have been living on sensation stories. It will be like
going from raspberry tarts to plain bread and butter; but you will probably save
them from a bilious fever," said Dr. Alec, much amused at the proceedings.
"I remember hearing grandpa say that a love for good books was one of the
best safeguards a man could have," began Archie, staring thoughtfully at the
fine library before him.
"Yes, but there's no time to read nowadays; a fellow has to keep scratching
round to make money or he's nobody," cut in Charlie, trying to look
worldly-wise.
"This love of money is the curse of America, and for the sake of it men will
sell honour and honesty, till we don't know whom to trust, and it is only a
genius like Agassiz who dares to say, 'I cannot waste my time in getting rich,'"
said Mrs. Jessie sadly.
"Do you want us to be poor, mother?" asked Archie, wondering.
"No, dear, and you never need be, while you can use your hands; but I am
afraid of this thirst for wealth, and the temptations it brings. O, my boys! I
tremble for the time when I must let you go, because I think it would break my
heart to have you fail as so many fail. It would be far easier to see you dead
if it could be said of you as of Sumner 'No man dared offer him a bribe.'"
Mrs. Jessie was so earnest in her motherly anxiety that her voice faltered
over the last words, and she hugged the yellow heads closer in her arms, as if
she feared to let them leave that safe harbour for the great sea where so many
little boats go down. The younger lads nestled closer to her, and Archie said,
in his quiet, resolute way,
"I cannot promise to be an Agassiz or a Sumner, mother; but I do promise to
be an honest man, please God."
"Then I'm satisfied!" and holding fast the hand he gave her, she sealed his
promise with a kiss that had all a mother's hope and faith in it.
"I don't see how they ever can be bad, she is so fond and proud of them,"
whispered Rose, quite touched by the little scene.
"You must help her make them what they should be. You have begun already, and
when I see those rings where they are, my girl is prettier in my sight than if
the biggest diamonds that ever twinkled shone in her ears," answered Dr. Alec,
looking at her with approving eyes.
"I'm so glad you think I can do anything, for I perfectly ache to be useful;
everyone is so good to me, especially Aunt Jessie."
"I think you are in a fair way to pay your debts, Rosy, for when girls give
up their little vanities, and boys their small vices, and try to strengthen each
other in well-doing, matters are going as they ought. Work away, my dear, and
help their mother keep these sons fit friends for an innocent creature like
yourself; they will be the manlier men for it, I can assure you."
Chapter 18—Fashion and Physiology
"Please, sir, I guess you'd better step up right away, or it will be too
late, for I heard Miss Rose say she knew you wouldn't like it, and she'd never
dare to let you see her."
Phebe said this as she popped her head into the study, where Dr. Alec sat
reading a new book.
"They are at it, are they?" he said, looking up quickly, and giving himself a
shake, as if ready for a battle of some sort.
"Yes, sir, as hard as they can talk, and Miss Rose don't seem to know what to
do, for the things are ever so stylish, and she looks elegant in 'em; though I
like her best in the old ones," answered Phebe.
"You are a girl of sense. I'll settle matters for Rosy, and you'll lend a
hand. Is everything ready in her room, and are you sure you understand how they
go?"
"Oh, yes, sir; but they are so funny! I know Miss Rose will think it's a
joke," and Phebe laughed as if something tickled her immensely.
"Never mind what she thinks so long as she obeys. Tell her to do it for my
sake, and she will find it the best joke she ever saw. I expect to have a tough
time of it, but we'll win yet," said the Doctor, as he marched upstairs with the
book in his hand, and an odd smile on his face.
There was such a clatter of tongues in the sewing-room that no one heard his
tap at the door, so he pushed it open and took an observation. Aunt Plenty, Aunt
Clara, and Aunt Jessie were all absorbed in gazing at Rose, who slowly revolved
between them and the great mirror, in a full winter costume of the latest
fashion.
"Bless my heart! worse even than I expected," thought the Doctor, with an
inward groan, for, to his benighted eyes, the girl looked like a trussed fowl,
and the fine new dress had neither grace, beauty, nor fitness to recommend it.
The suit was of two peculiar shades of blue, so arranged that patches of
light and dark distracted the eye. The upper skirt was tied so lightly back that
it was impossible to take a long step, and the under one was so loaded with
plaited frills that it "wobbled" no other word will express it ungracefully,
both fore and aft. A bunch of folds was gathered up just below the waist behind,
and a great bow rode a-top. A small jacket of the same material was adorned with
a high ruff at the back, and laid well open over the breast, to display some
lace and a locket. Heavy fringes, bows, puffs, ruffles, and revers finished off
the dress, making one's head ache to think of the amount of work wasted, for not
a single graceful line struck the eye, and the beauty of the material was quite
lost in the profusion of ornament.
A high velvet hat, audaciously turned up in front, with a bunch of pink roses
and a sweeping plume, was cocked over one ear, and, with her curls braided into
a club at the back of her neck, Rose's head looked more like that of a dashing
young cavalier than a modest little girl's. High-heeled boots tilted her well
forward, a tiny muff pinioned her arms, and a spotted veil, tied so closely over
her face that her eyelashes were rumpled by it, gave the last touch of absurdity
to her appearance.
"Now she looks like other girls, and as I like to see her," Mrs. Clara was
saying, with an air of great satisfaction.
"She does look like a fashionable young lady, but somehow I miss my little
Rose, for children dressed like children in my day," answered Aunt Plenty,
peering through her glasses with a troubled look, for she could not imagine the
creature before her ever sitting in her lap, running to wait upon her, or making
the house gay with a child's blithe presence.
"Things have changed since your day, Aunt, and it takes time to get used to
new ways. But you, Jessie, surely like this costume better than the dowdy things
Rose has been wearing all summer. Now, be honest, and own you do," said Mrs.
Clara, bent on being praised for her work.
"Well, dear to be quite honest, then, I think it is frightful," answered Mrs.
Jessie, with a candour that caused revolving Rose to stop in dismay.
"Hear, hear," cried a deep voice, and with a general start the ladies became
aware that the enemy was among them.
Rose blushed up to her hat brim, and stood, looking, as she felt, like a
fool, while Mrs. Clara hastened to explain.
"Of course, I don't expect you to like it, Alec, but I don't consider you a
judge of what is proper and becoming for a young lady. Therefore, I have taken
the liberty of providing a pretty street suit for Rose. She need not wear it if
you object, for I know we promised to let you do what you liked with the poor
dear for a year."
"It is a street costume, is it?" asked the Doctor, mildly. "Do you know, I
never should have guessed that it was meant for winter weather and brisk
locomotion. Take a turn, Rosy, and let me see all its beauties and advantages."
Rose tried to walk off with her usual free tread, but the under-skirt got in
her way, the over-skirt was so tight she could not take a long step, and her
boots made it impossible to carry herself perfectly erect.
"I haven't got used to it yet," she said, petulantly, kicking at her train,
as she turned to toddle back again.
"Suppose a mad dog or a runaway horse was after you, could you get out of the
way without upsetting, Colonel," asked the Doctor, with a twinkle in the eyes
that were fixed on the rakish hat.
"Don't think I could, but I'll try," and Rose made a rush across the room.
Her boot-heels caught on a rug, several strings broke, her hat tipped over her
eyes, and she plunged promiscuously into a chair, where she sat laughing so
infectiously that all but Mrs. Clara joined in her mirth.
"I should say that a walking suit in which one could not walk, and a winter
suit which exposes the throat, head, and feet to cold and damp, was rather a
failure, Clara, especially as it has no beauty to reconcile one to its utter
unfitness," said Dr. Alec, as he helped Rose undo her veil, adding, in a low
tone, "Nice thing for the eyes; you'll soon see spots when it's off as well as
when it's on, and, by and by, be a case for an oculist."
"No beauty!" cried Mrs. Clara, warmly, "Now, that is just a man's blindness.
This is the best of silk and camel's hair, real ostrich feathers, and an
expensive ermine muff. What could be in better taste, or more proper for a young
girl?"
"I'll shew you, if Rose will go to her room and oblige me by putting on what
she finds there," answered the Doctor, with unexpected readiness.
"Alec, if it is a Bloomer, I shall protest. I've been expecting it, but I
know I cannot bear to see that pretty child sacrificed to your wild ideas of
health. Tell me it isn't a Bloomer!" and Mrs. Clara clasped her hands
imploringly.
"It is not."
"Thank Heaven!" and she resigned herself with a sigh of relief, adding
plaintively, "I did hope you'd accept my suit, for poor Rose has been afflicted
with frightful clothes long enough to spoil the taste of any girl."
"You talk of my afflicting the child, and then make a helpless guy like that
of her!" answered the Doctor, pointing to the little fashion plate that was
scuttling out of sight as fast as it could go.
He closed the door with a shrug, but before anyone could speak, his quick eye
fell upon an object which caused him to frown, and demand in an indignant tone,
"After all I have said, were you really going to tempt my girl with those
abominable things?"
"I thought we put them away when she wouldn't wear them," murmured Mrs.
Clara, whisking a little pair of corsets out of sight with guilty haste. "I only
brought them to try, for Rose is growing stout, and will have no figure if it is
not attended to soon," she added, with an air of calm conviction that roused the
Doctor still more, for this was one of his especial abominations.
"Growing stout! Yes, thank Heaven, she is, and shall continue to do it, for
Nature knows how to mould a woman better than any corset-maker, and I won't have
her interfered with. My dear Clara, have you lost your senses that you can for a
moment dream of putting a growing girl into an instrument of torture like this?"
and with a sudden gesture he plucked forth the offending corsets from under the
sofa cushion, and held them out with the expression one would wear on beholding
the thumbscrews or the rack of ancient times.
"Don't be absurd, Alec. There is no torture about it, for tight lacing is out
of fashion, and we have nice, sensible things nowadays. Everyone wears them;
even babies have stiffened waists to support their weak little backs," began
Mrs. Clara, rushing to the defence of the pet delusion of most women.
"I know it, and so the poor little souls have weak backs all their days, as
their mothers had before them. It is vain to argue the matter, and I won't try,
but I wish to state, once for all, that if I ever see a pair of corsets near
Rose, I'll put them in the fire, and you may send the bill to me."
As he spoke the corsets were on their way to destruction, but Mrs. Jessie
caught his arm, exclaiming merrily, "Don't burn them, for mercy sake, Alec; they
are full of whalebones, and will make a dreadful odour. Give them to me. I'll
see that they do no harm."
"Whalebones, indeed! A regular fence of them, and metal gate-posts in front.
As if our own bones were not enough, if we'd give them a chance to do their
duty," growled the Doctor, yielding up the bone of contention with a last shake
of contempt. Then his face cleared suddenly, and he held up his finger, saying,
with a smile, "Hear those girls laugh; cramped lungs could not make hearty music
like that."
Peals of laughter issued from Rose's room, and smiles involuntarily touched
the lips of those who listened to the happy sound.
"Some new prank of yours, Alec?" asked Aunt Plenty, indulgently, for she had
come to believe in most of her nephew's odd notions, because they seemed to work
so well.
"Yes, ma'am, my last, and I hope you will like it. I discovered what Clara
was at, and got my rival suit ready for to-day. I'm not going to 'afflict' Rose,
but let her choose, and if I'm not entirely mistaken, she will like my rig best.
While we wait I'll explain, and then you will appreciate the general effect
better. I got hold of this little book, and was struck with its good sense and
good taste, for it suggests a way to clothe women both healthfully and
handsomely, and that is a great point. It begins at the foundations, as you will
see if you will look at these pictures, and I should think women would rejoice
at this lightening of their burdens."
As he spoke, the Doctor laid the book before Aunt Plenty, who obediently
brought her spectacles to bear upon the illustrations, and after a long look
exclaimed, with a scandalised face,
"Mercy on us, these things are like the night-drawers Jamie wears! You don't
mean to say you want Rose to come out in this costume? It's not proper, and I
won't consent to it!"
"I do mean it, and I'm sure my sensible aunt will consent when she
understands that these well I'll call them by an Indian name, and say pajamas
are for underwear, and Rose can have as pretty frocks as she likes outside.
These two suits of flannel, each in one piece from head to foot, with a skirt or
so hung on this easily-fitting waist, will keep the child warm without burdening
her with belts, and gathers, and buckles, and bunches round the waist, and leave
free the muscles that need plenty of room to work in. She shall never have the
back-ache if I can help it, nor the long list of ills you dear women think you
cannot escape."
"I don't consider it modest, and I'm sure Rose will be shocked at it," began
Mrs. Clara, but stopped suddenly, as Rose appeared in the doorway, not looking
shocked a bit.
"Come on, my hygienic model, and let us see you," said her uncle, with an
approving glance, as she walked in, looking so mischievously merry, that it was
evident she enjoyed the joke.
"Well, I don't see anything remarkable. That is a neat, plain suit; the
materials are good, and it's not unbecoming, if you want her to look like a
little school-girl; but it has not a particle of style, and no one would ever
give it a second glance," said Mrs. Clara, feeling that her last remark
condemned the whole thing.
"Exactly what I want," answered the provoking Doctor, rubbing his hands with
a satisfied air. "Rosy looks now like what she is, a modest little girl, who
does not want to be stared at. I think she would get a glance of approval,
though, from people who like sense and simplicity rather than fuss and feathers.
Revolve, my Hebe, and let me refresh my eyes by the sight of you."
There was very little to see, however, only a pretty Gabrielle dress, of a
soft warm shade of brown, coming to the tops of a trim pair of boots with low
heels. A seal-skin sack, cap, and mittens, with a glimpse of scarlet at the
throat, and the pretty curls tied up with a bright velvet of the same colour,
completed the external adornment, making her look like a robin redbreast wintry,
yet warm.
"How do you like it, Rosy?" asked the Doctor, feeling that her opinion was
more important to the success of his new idea than that of all the aunts on the
hill.
"I feel very odd and light, but I'm warm as a toast, and nothing seems to be
in my way," answered Rose, with a skip which displayed shapely gaiters on legs
that now might be as free and active as a boy's under the modest skirts of the
girl.
"You can run away from the mad dogs, and walk off at a smart pace without
tumbling on your nose, now, I fancy?"
"Yes, uncle! suppose the dog coming, I just hop over a wall so and when I
walk of a cold day, I go like this."
Entering fully into the spirit of the thing, Rose swung herself over the high
back of the sofa as easily as one of her cousins, and then went down the long
hall as if her stout boots were related to the famous seven-leaguers.
"There! you see how it will be; dress her in that boyish way and she will act
like a boy. I do hate all these inventions of strong-minded women!" exclaimed
Mrs. Clara, as Rose came back at a run.
"Ah, but you see some of these sensible inventions come from the brain of a
fashionable modiste, who will make you more lovely, or what you value more
'stylish' outside and comfortable within. Mrs. Van Tassel has been to Madame
Stone, and is wearing a full suit of this sort. Van himself told me, when I
asked how she was, that she had given up lying on the sofa, and was going about
in a most astonishing way, considering her feeble health."
"You don't say so! Let me see that book a moment," and Aunt Clara examined
the new patterns with a more respectful air, for if the elegant Mrs. Van Tassel
wore these "dreadful things" it would never do to be left behind, in spite of
her prejudices.
Dr. Alec looked at Mrs. Jessie, and both smiled, for "little Mum" had been in
the secret, and enjoyed it mightily.
"I thought that would settle it," he said with a nod.
"I didn't wait for Mrs. Van to lead the way, and for once in my life I have
adopted a new fashion before Clara. My freedom suit is ordered, and you may see
me playing tag with Rose and the boys before long," answered Mrs. Jessie,
nodding back at him.
Meantime Aunt Plenty was examining Rose's costume, for the hat and sack were
off, and the girl was eagerly explaining the new under-garments.
"See, auntie, all nice scarlet flannel, and a gay little petticoat, and long
stockings, oh, so warm! Phebe and I nearly died laughing when I put this rig on,
but I like it ever so much. The dress is so comfortable, and doesn't need any
belt or sash, and I can sit without rumpling any trimming, that's such a
comfort! I like to be tidy, and so, when I wear fussed-up things, I'm thinking
of my clothes all the time, and that's tiresome. Do say you like it. I resolved
I would, just to please uncle, for he does know more about health than anyone
else, I'm sure, and I'd wear a bag if he asked me to do it."
"I don't ask that, Rose, but I wish you'd weigh and compare the two suits,
and then choose which seems best. I leave it to your own commonsense," answered
Dr. Alec, feeling pretty sure he had won.
"Why, I take this one, of course, uncle. The other is fashionable, and yes I
must say I think it's pretty but it's very heavy, and I should have to go round
like a walking doll if I wore it. I'm much obliged to auntie, but I'll keep
this, please."
Rose spoke gently but decidedly, though there was a look of regret when her
eye fell on the other suit which Phebe had brought in; and it was very natural
to like to look as other girls did. Aunt Clara sighed; Uncle Alec smiled, and
said heartily,
"Thank you, dear; now read this book and you will understand why I ask it of
you. Then, if you like, I'll give you a new lesson; you asked for one yesterday,
and this is more necessary than French or housekeeping."
"Oh, what?" and Rose caught up the book which Mrs. Clara had thrown down with
a disgusted look.
Though Dr. Alec was forty, the boyish love of teasing was not yet dead in
him, and, being much elated at his victory, he could not resist the temptation
of shocking Mrs. Clara by suggesting dreadful possibilities, so he answered,
half in earnest, half in jest, "Physiology, Rose. Wouldn't you like to be a
little medical student, with Uncle Doctor for teacher, and be ready to take up
his practice when he has to stop? If you agree, I'll hunt up my old skeleton
to-morrow."
That was too much for Aunt Clara, and she hastily departed, with her mind in
a sad state of perturbation about Mrs. Van Tassel's new costume and Rose's new
study.
Chapter 19—Brother Bones
Rose accepted her uncle's offer, as Aunt Myra discovered two or three days
later. Coming in for an early call, and hearing voices in the study, she opened
the door, gave a cry and shut it quickly, looking a good deal startled. The
Doctor appeared in a moment, and begged to know what the matter was.
"How can you ask when that long box looks so like a coffin I thought it was
one, and that dreadful thing stared me in the face as I opened the door,"
answered Mrs. Myra, pointing to the skeleton that hung from the chandelier
cheerfully grinning at all beholders.
"This is a medical college where women are freely admitted, so walk in,
madam, and join the class if you'll do me the honour," said the Doctor, waving
her forward with his politest bow.
"Do, auntie, it's perfectly splendid," cried Rose's voice, and Rose's
blooming face was seen behind the ribs of the skeleton, smiling and nodding in
the gayest possible manner.
"What are you doing, child?" demanded Aunt Myra, dropping into a chair and
staring about her.
"Oh, I'm learning bones to-day, and I like it so much. There are twelve ribs,
you know, and the two lower ones are called floating ribs, because they are not
fastened to the breastbone. That's why they go in so easily if you lace tight
and squeeze the lungs and heart in the let me see, what was that big word oh, I
know thoracic cavity," and Rose beamed with pride as she aired her little bit of
knowledge.
"Do you think that is a good sort of thing for her to be poking over? She is
a nervous child, and I'm afraid it will be bad for her," said Aunt Myra,
watching Rose as she counted vertebrae, and waggled a hip-joint in its socket
with an inquiring expression.
"An excellent study, for she enjoys it, and I mean to teach her how to manage
her nerves so that they won't be a curse to her, as many a woman's become
through ignorance or want of thought. To make a mystery or terror of these
things is a mistake, and I mean Rose shall understand and respect her body so
well that she won't dare to trifle with it as most women do."
"And she really likes it?"
"Very much, auntie! It's all so wonderful, and so nicely planned, you can
hardly believe what you see. Just think, there are 600,000,000 air cells in one
pair of lungs, and 2,000 pores to a square inch of surface; so you see what
quantities of air we must have, and what care we should take of our skin so all
the little doors will open and shut right. And brains, auntie, you've no idea
how curious they are; I haven't got to them yet, but I long to, and uncle is
going to show me a manikin that you can take to pieces. Just think how nice it
will be to see all the organs in their places; I only wish they could be made to
work as ours do."
It was funny to see Aunt Myra's face as Rose stood before her talking rapidly
with one hand laid in the friendliest manner on the skeleton's shoulder. Every
word both the Doctor and Rose uttered hit the good lady in her weakest spot, and
as she looked and listened a long array of bottles and pill-boxes rose up before
her, reproaching her with the "ignorance and want of thought" that made her what
she was, a nervous, dyspeptic, unhappy old woman.
"Well, I don't know but you may be right, Alec, only I wouldn't carry it too
far. Women don't need much of this sort of knowledge, and are not fit for it. I
couldn't bear to touch that ugly thing, and it gives me the creeps to hear about
'organs,'" said Aunt Myra, with a sigh and her hand on her side.
"Wouldn't it be a comfort to know that your liver was on the right side,
auntie, and not on the left!" asked Rose with a naughty laugh in her eyes, for
she had lately learnt that Aunt Myra's liver complaint was not in the proper
place.
"It's a dying world, child, and it don't much matter where the pain is, for
sooner or later we all drop off and are seen no more," was Aunt Myra's cheerful
reply.
"Well, I intend to know what kills me if I can, and meantime, I'm going to
enjoy myself in spite of a dying world. I wish you'd do so too, and come and
study with uncle, it would do you good, I'm sure," and Rose went back to
counting vertebrae with such a happy face, that Aunt Myra had not the heart to
say a word to dampen her ardour.
"Perhaps it's as well to let her do what she likes the little while she is
with us. But pray be careful of her, Alec, and not allow her to overwork," she
whispered as she went out.
"That's exactly what I'm trying to do, ma'am, and rather a hard job I find
it," he added, as he shut the door, for the dear aunts were dreadfully in his
way sometimes.
Half an hour later came another interruption in the shape of Mac, who
announced his arrival by the brief but elegant remark,
"Hullo! what new game is this?"
Rose explained, Mac gave a long whistle of surprise, and then took a
promenade round the skeleton, observing gravely,
"Brother Bones looks very jolly, but I can't say much for his beauty."
"You mustn't make fun of him, for he's a good old fellow, and you'd be just
as ugly if your flesh was off," said Rose, defending her new friend with warmth.
"I dare say, so I'll keep my flesh on, thank you. You are so busy you can't
read to a fellow, I suppose?" asked Mac, whose eyes were better, but still too
weak for books.
"Don't you want to come and join my class? Uncle explains it all to us, and
you can take a look at the plates as they come along. We'll give up bones today
and have eyes instead; that will be more interesting to you," added Rose, seeing
no ardent thirst for physiological information in his face.
"Rose, we must not fly about from one thing to another in this way," began
Dr. Alec, but she whispered quickly, with a nod towards Mac, whose goggles were
turned wistfully in the direction of the forbidden books,
"He's blue to-day, and we must amuse him; give a little lecture on eyes, and
it will do him good. No matter about me, uncle."
"Very well; the class will please be seated," and the Doctor gave a sounding
rap on the table.
"Come, sit by me, dear, then we can both see the pictures; and if your head
gets tired you can lie down," said Rose, generously opening her little college
to a brother, and kindly providing for the weaknesses that all humanity is
subject to.
Side by side they sat and listened to a very simple explanation of the
mechanism of the eye, finding it as wonderful as a fairy tale, for fine plates
illustrated it, and a very willing teacher did his best to make the lesson
pleasant.
"Jove! if I'd known what mischief I was doing to that mighty delicate machine
of mine, you wouldn't have caught me reading by firelight, or studying with a
glare of sunshine on my book," said Mac, peering solemnly at a magnified
eye-ball; then, pushing it away, he added indignantly, "Why isn't a fellow
taught all about his works, and how to manage 'em, and not left to go blundering
into all sorts of worries? Telling him after he's down isn't much use, for then
he's found it out himself and won't thank you."
"Ah, Mac, that's just what I keep lecturing about, and people won't listen.
You lads need that sort of knowledge so much, and fathers and mothers ought to
be able to give it to you. Few of them are able, and so we all go blundering, as
you say. Less Greek and Latin and more knowledge of the laws of health for my
boys, if I had them. Mathematics are all very well, but morals are better, and I
wish, how I wish that I could help teachers and parents to feel it as they
ought."
"Some do; Aunt Jessie and her boys have capital talks, and I wish we could;
but mother's so busy with her housekeeping, and father with his business, there
never seems to be any time for that sort of thing; even if there was, it don't
seem as if it would be easy to talk to them, because we've never got into the
way of it, you know."
Poor Mac was right there, and expressed a want that many a boy and girl
feels. Fathers and mothers are too absorbed in business and housekeeping to
study their children, and cherish that sweet and natural confidence which is a
child's surest safeguard, and a parent's subtlest power. So the young hearts
hide trouble or temptation till the harm is done, and mutual regret comes too
late. Happy the boys and girls who tell all things freely to father or mother,
sure of pity, help, and pardon; and thrice happy the parents who, out of their
own experience, and by their own virtues, can teach and uplift the souls for
which they are responsible.
This longing stirred in the hearts of Rose and Mac, and by a natural impulse
both turned to Dr. Alec, for in this queer world of ours, fatherly and motherly
hearts often beat warm and wise in the breasts of bachelor uncles and maiden
aunts; and it is my private opinion that these worthy creatures are a beautiful
provision of nature for the cherishing of other people's children. They
certainly get great comfort out of it, and receive much innocent affection that
otherwise would be lost.
Dr. Alec was one of these, and his big heart had room for every one of the
eight cousins, especially orphaned Rose and afflicted Mac; so, when the boy
uttered that unconscious reproach to his parents, and Rose added with a sigh,
"It must be beautiful to have a mother!" the good Doctor yearned over them, and,
shutting his book with a decided slam, said in that cordial voice of his,
"Now, look here, children, you just come and tell me all your worries, and
with God's help, I'll settle them for you. That is what I'm here for, I believe,
and it will be a great happiness to me if you can trust me."
"We can, uncle, and we will!" both answered, with a heartiness that gratified
him much.
"Good! now school is dismissed, and I advise you to go and refresh your
600,000,000 air cells by a brisk run in the garden. Come again whenever you
like, Mac, and we'll teach you all we can about your 'works,' as you call them,
so you can keep them running smoothly."
"We'll come, sir, much obliged," and the class in physiology went out to
walk.
Mac did come again, glad to find something he could study in spite of his
weak eyes, and learned much that was of more value than anything his school had
ever taught him.
Of course, the other lads made great fun of the whole thing, and plagued Dr.
Alec's students half out of their lives. But they kept on persistently, and one
day something happened which made the other fellows behave themselves for ever
after.
It was a holiday, and Rose up in her room thought she heard the voices of her
cousins, so she ran down to welcome them, but found no one there.
"Never mind, they will be here soon, and then we'll have a frolic," she said
to herself, and thinking she had been mistaken she went into the study to wait.
She was lounging over the table looking at a map when an odd noise caught her
ear. A gentle tapping somewhere, and following the sound it seemed to come from
the inside of the long case in which the skeleton lived when not professionally
engaged. This case stood upright in a niche between two book-cases at the back
of the room, a darkish corner, where Brother Bones, as the boys would call him,
was out of the way.
As Rose stood looking in that direction, and wondering if a rat had got shut
in, the door of the case swung slowly open, and with a great start she saw a
bony arm lifted, and a bony finger beckon to her. For a minute she was
frightened, and ran to the study door with a fluttering heart, but just as she
touched the handle a queer, stifled sort of giggle made her stop short and turn
red with anger. She paused an instant to collect herself, and then went softly
toward the bony beckoner. A nearer look revealed black threads tied to the arm
and fingers, the ends of threads disappearing through holes bored in the back of
the case. Peeping into the dark recess, she also caught sight of the tip of an
elbow covered with a rough gray cloth which she knew very well.
Quick as a flash she understood the joke, her fear vanished, and with a
wicked smile, she whipped out her scissors, cut the threads, and the bony arm
dropped with a rattle. Before she could say, "Come out, Charlie, and let my
skeleton alone," a sudden irruption of boys, all in a high state of tickle,
proclaimed to the hidden rogue that his joke was a failure.
"I told him not to do it, because it might give you a start," explained
Archie, emerging from the closet.
"I had a smelling bottle all ready if she fainted away," added Steve, popping
up from behind the great chair.
"It's too bad of you not to squawk and run; we depended on it, it's such fun
to howl after you," said Will and Geordie, rolling out from under the sofa in a
promiscuous heap.
"You are getting altogether too strong-minded, Rose; most girls would have
been in a jolly twitter to see this old fellow waggling his finger at them,"
complained Charlie, squeezing out from his tight quarters, dusty and disgusted.
"I'm used to your pranks now, so I'm always on the watch and prepared. But I
won't have Brother Bones made fun of. I know uncle wouldn't like it, so please
don't," began Rose just as Dr. Alec came in, and, seeing the state of the case
at a glance, he said quietly,
"Hear how I got that skeleton, and then I'm sure you will treat it with
respect."
The boys settled down at once on any article of furniture that was nearest
and listened dutifully.
"Years ago, when I was in the hospital, a poor fellow was brought there with
a rare and very painful disease. There was no hope for him, but we did our best,
and he was so grateful that when he died he left us his body that we might
discover the mysteries of his complaint, and so be able to help others afflicted
in the same way. It did do good, and his brave patience made us remember him
long after he was gone. He thought I had been kind to him, and said to a
fellow-student of mine, 'Tell the Doctor I lave him me bones, for I've nothing
else in the wide world, and I'll nos be wanting 'em at all, at all, when the
great pain hat kilt me entirely.' So that is how they came to be mine, and why
I've kept them carefully, for, though only a poor, ignorant fellow, Mike Nolan
did what he could to help others, and prove his gratitude to those who tried to
help him."
As Dr. Alec paused, Archie closed the door of the case as respectfully as if
the mummy of an Egyptian king was inside; Will and Geordie looked solemnly at
one another, evidently much impressed, and Charlie pensively remarked from the
coal-hod where he sat,
"I've often heard of a skeleton in the house, but I think few people have one
as useful and as interesting as ours."
Chapter 20—Under The Mistletoe
Rose made Phebe promise that she would bring her stocking into the "Bower,"
as she called her pretty room, on Christmas morning, because that first
delicious rummage loses half its charm if two little night-caps at least do not
meet over the treasures, and two happy voices Oh and Ah together.
So when Rose opened her eyes that day they fell upon faithful Phebe, rolled
up in a shawl, sitting on the rug before a blazing fire, with her untouched
stocking laid beside her.
"Merry Christmas!" cried the little mistress smiling gaily.
"Merry Christmas!" answered the little maid, so heartily that it did one good
to hear her.
"Bring the stockings right away, Phebe, and let's see what we've got," said
Rose, sitting up among the pillows, and looking as eager as a child.
A pair of long knobby hose were laid out upon the coverlet, and their
contents examined with delight, though each knew every blessed thing that had
been put into the other's stocking.
Never mind what they were; it is evident that they were quite satisfactory,
for as Rose leaned back, she said, with a luxurious sigh of satisfaction, "Now,
I believe I've got everything in the world that I want," and Phebe answered,
smiling over a lapful of treasures, "This is the most splendid Christmas I ever
had since I was born." Then she added with an important air,
"Do wish for something else, because I happen to know of two more presents
outside the door this minute."
"Oh, me, what richness!" cried Rose, much excited. "I used to wish for a pair
of glass slippers like Cinderella's, but as I can't have them, I really don't
know what to ask for."
Phebe clapped her hands as she skipped off the bed and ran to the door,
saying merrily, "One of them is for your feet, anyway. I don't know what you'll
say to the other, but I think it's elegant."
So did Rose, when a shining pair of skates and a fine sled appeared.
"Uncle sent those; I know he did; and, now I see them, I remember that I did
want to skate and coast. Isn't it a beauty? See! they fit nicely," and, sitting
on the new sled, Rose tried a skate on her little bare foot, while Phebe stood
by admiring the pretty tableau.
"Now we must hurry and get dressed, for there is a deal to do to-day, and I
want to get through in time to try my sled before dinner."
"Gracious me, and I ought to be dusting my parlors this blessed minute!" and
mistress and maid separated with such happy faces that anyone would have known
what day it was without being told.
"Birnam Wood has come to Dunsinane, Rosy," said Dr. Alec, as he left the
breakfast table to open the door for a procession of holly, hemlock, and cedar
boughs that came marching up the steps.
Snowballs and "Merry Christmases!" flew about pretty briskly for several
minutes; then all fell to work trimming the old house, for the family always
dined together there on that day.
"I rode miles and mileses, as Ben says, to get this fine bit, and I'm going
to hang it there as the last touch to the rig-a-madooning," said Charlie, as he
fastened a dull green branch to the chandelier in the front parlor.
"It isn't very pretty," said Rose, who was trimming the chimney-piece with
glossy holly sprays.
"Never mind that, it's mistletoe, and anyone who stands under it will get
kissed whether they like it or not. Now's your time, ladies," answered the saucy
Prince, keeping his place and looking sentimentally at the girls, who retired
precipitately from the dangerous spot.
"You won't catch me," said Rose, with great dignity.
"See if I don't!"
"I've got my eye on Phebe," observed Will, in a patronising tone that made
them all laugh.
"Bless the dear; I shan't mind it a bit," answered Phebe, with such a
maternal air that Will's budding gallantry was chilled to death.
"Oh, the mistletoe bough," sang Rose.
"Oh, the mistletoe bough!" echoed all the boys, and the teasing ended in the
plaintive ballad they all liked so well.
There was plenty of time to try the new skates before dinner, and then Rose
took her first lesson on the little bay, which seemed to have frozen over for
that express purpose. She found tumbling down and getting up again warm work for
a time, but with six boys to teach her, she managed at last to stand alone; and,
satisfied with that success, she refreshed herself with a dozen grand coasts on
the Amazon, as her sled was called.
"Ah, that fatal colour! it breaks my heart to see it," croaked Aunt Myra, as
Rose came down a little late, with cheeks almost as ruddy as the holly berries
on the wall, and every curl as smooth as Phebe's careful hands could make it.
"I'm glad to see that Alec allows the poor child to make herself pretty in
spite of his absurd notions," added Aunt Clara, taking infinite satisfaction in
the fact that Rose's blue silk dress had three frills on it.
"She's a very intelligent child, and has a nice little manner of her own,"
observed Aunt Jane, with unusual affability; for Rose had just handed Mac a
screen to guard his eyes from the brilliant fire.
"If I had a daughter like that to show my Jem when he gets home, I should be
a very proud and happy woman," thought Aunt Jessie, and then reproached herself
for not being perfectly satisfied with her four brave lads.
Aunt Plenty was too absorbed in the dinner to have an eye for anything else;
if she had not been, she would have seen what an effect her new cap produced
upon the boys. The good lady owned that she did "love a dressy cap," and on this
occasion her head gear was magnificent; for the towering structure of lace was
adorned with buff ribbons to such an extent that it looked as if a flock of
yellow butterflies had settled on her dear old head. When she trotted about the
rooms the ruches quivered, the little bows all stood erect, and the streamers
waved in the breeze so comically that it was absolutely necessary for Archie to
smother the Brats in the curtains till they had had their first laugh out.
Uncle Mac had brought Fun See to dinner, and it was a mercy he did, for the
elder lads found a vent for their merriment in joking the young Chinaman on his
improved appearance. He was in American costume now, with a cropped head, and
spoke remarkably good English after six months at school; but, for all that, his
yellow face and beady eyes made a curious contrast to the blonde Campbells all
about him. Will called him the "Typhoon," meaning Tycoon, and the name stuck to
him to his great disgust.
Aunt Peace was brought down and set in the chair of state at table, for she
never failed to join the family on this day, and sat smiling at them all, "like
an embodiment of Peace on earth," Uncle Alec said, as he took his place beside
her, while Uncle Mac supported Aunt Plenty at the other end.
"I ate hardly any breakfast, and I've done everything I know to make myself
extra hungry, but I really don't think I can eat straight through, unless I
burst my buttons off," whispered Geordie to Will, as he surveyed the bounteous
stores before him with a hopeless sigh.
"A fellow never knows what he can do till he tries," answered Will, attacking
his heaped-up plate with an evident intention of doing his duty like a man.
Everybody knows what a Christmas dinner is, so we need waste no words in
describing this one, but hasten at once to tell what happened at the end of it.
The end, by the way, was so long in coming that the gas was lighted before
dessert was over, for a snow flurry had come on and the wintry daylight faded
fast. But that only made it all the jollier in the warm, bright rooms, full of
happy souls. Everyone was very merry, but Archie seemed particularly uplifted so
much so, that Charlie confided to Rose that he was afraid the Chief had been at
the decanters.
Rose indignantly denied the insinuation, for when healths were drunk in the
good old-fashioned way to suit the elders, she had observed that Aunt Jessie's
boys filled their glasses with water, and had done the same herself in spite of
the Prince's jokes about "the rosy."
But Archie certainly was unusually excited, and when someone remembered that
it was the anniversary of Uncle Jem's wedding, and wished he was there to make a
speech, his son electrified the family by trying to do it for him. It was rather
incoherent and flowery, as maiden speeches are apt to be, but the end was
considered superb; for, turning to his mother with a queer little choke in his
voice, he said that she "deserved to be blessed with peace and plenty, to be
crowned with roses and lads'-love, and to receive the cargo of happiness sailing
home to her in spite of wind or tide to add another Jem to the family jewels."
That allusion to the Captain, now on his return trip, made Mrs. Jessie sob in
her napkin, and set the boys cheering. Then, as if that was not sensation
enough, Archie suddenly dashed out of the room, as if he had lost his wits.
"Too bashful to stay and be praised," began Charlie, excusing the
peculiarities of his chief as in duty bound.
"Phebe beckoned to him; I saw her," cried Rose, staring hard at the door.
"Is it more presents coming?" asked Jamie, just as his brother re-appeared,
looking more excited than ever.
"Yes; a present for mother, and here it is!" roared Archie, flinging wide the
door to let in a tall man, who cried out,
"Where's my little woman? The first kiss for her, then the rest may come on
as fast as they like."
Before the words were out of his mouth, Mrs. Jessie was half-hidden under his
rough great-coat, and four boys were prancing about him clamouring for their
turn.
Of course, there was a joyful tumult for a time, during which Rose slipped
into the window recess and watched what went on, as if it were a chapter in a
Christmas story. It was good to see bluff Uncle Jem look proudly at his tall
son, and fondly hug the little ones. It was better still to see him shake his
brothers' hands as if he would never leave off, and kiss all the sisters in a
way that made even solemn Aunt Myra brighten up for a minute. But it was best of
all to see him finally established in grandfather's chair, with his "little
woman" beside him, his three youngest boys in his lap, and Archie hovering over
him like a large-sized cherub. That really was, as Charlie said, "A landscape to
do one's heart good."
"All hearty and all here, thank God!" said Captain Jem in the first pause
that came, as he looked about him with a grateful face.
"All but Rose," answered loyal little Jamie, remembering the absent.
"Faith, I forgot the child! Where is George's little girl?" asked the
Captain, who had not seen her since she was a baby.
"You'd better say Alec's great girl," said Uncle Mac, who professed to be
madly jealous of his brother.
"Here I am, sir," and Rose appeared from behind the curtains, looking as if
she had rather have stayed there.
"Saint George Germain, how the mite has grown!" cried Captain Jem, as he
tumbled the boys out of his lap, and rose to greet the tall girl, like a
gentleman as he was. But, somehow, when he shook her hand it looked so small in
his big one, and her face reminded him so strongly of his dead brother, that he
was not satisfied with so cold a welcome, and with a sudden softening of the
keen eyes he took her up in his arms, whispering, with a rough cheek against her
smooth one,
"God bless you, child! forgive me if I forgot you for a minute, and be sure
that not one of your kinsfolk is happier to see you here than Uncle Jem."
That made it all right; and when he set her down, Rose's face was so bright
it was evident that some spell had been used to banish the feeling of neglect
that had kept her moping behind the curtain so long.
That everyone sat round and heard all about the voyage home how the Captain
had set his heart on getting there in time to keep Christmas; how everything had
conspired to thwart his plan; and how, at the very last minute, he had managed
to do it, and had sent a telegram to Archie, bidding him keep the secret, and be
ready for his father at any moment, for the ship got into another port, and he
might be late.
Then Archie told how that telegram had burnt in his pocket all dinner-time;
how he had to take Phebe into his confidence, and how clever she was to keep the
Captain back till the speech was over and he could come in with effect.
The elders would have sat and talked all the evening, but the young folks
were bent on having their usual Christmas frolic; so, after an hour of pleasant
chat, they began to get restless, and having consulted together in dumb show,
they devised a way to very effectually break up the family council.
Steve vanished, and, sooner than the boys imagined Dandy could get himself
up, the skirl of the bag-pipe was heard in the hall, and the bonny piper came to
lead Clan Campbell to the revel.
"Draw it mild, Stevie, my man; ye play unco weel, but ye mak a most infernal
din," cried Uncle Jem, with his hands over his ears, for this accomplishment was
new to him, and "took him all aback," as he expressed it.
So Steve droned out a Highland reel as softly as he could, and the boys
danced it to a circle of admiring relations. Captain Jem was a true sailor,
however, and could not stand idle while anything lively was going on; so, when
the piper's breath gave out, he cut a splendid pigeon-wing into the middle of
the hall, saying, "Who can dance a Fore and After?" and, waiting for no reply,
began to whistle the air so invitingly that Mrs Jessie "set" to him laughing
like a girl; Rose and Charlie took their places behind, and away went the four
with a spirit and skill that inspired all the rest to "cut in" as fast as they
could.
That was a grand beginning, and they had many another dance before anyone
would own they were tired. Even Fun See distinguished himself with Aunt Plenty,
whom he greatly admired as the stoutest lady in the company; plumpness being
considered a beauty in his country. The merry old soul professed herself
immensely flattered by his admiration, and the boys declared she "set her cap at
him," else he would never have dared to catch her under the mistletoe, and,
rising on the tips of his own toes, gallantly salute her fat cheek.
How they all laughed at her astonishment, and how Fun's little black eyes
twinkled over this exploit! Charlie put him up to it, and Charlie was so bent on
catching Rose, that he laid all sorts of pitfalls for her, and bribed the other
lads to help him. But Rose was wide-awake, and escaped all his snares,
professing great contempt for such foolish customs. Poor Phebe did not fare so
well, and Archie was the only one who took a base advantage of her as she stood
innocently offering tea to Aunt Myra, whom she happened to meet just under the
fatal bough. If his father's arrival had not rather upset him, I doubt if the
dignified Chief would have done it, for he apologized at once in the handsomest
manner, and caught the tray that nearly dropped from Phebe's hands.
Jamie boldly invited all the ladies to come and salute him; and as for Uncle
Jem, he behaved as if the entire room was a grove of mistletoe. Uncle Alec slyly
laid a bit of it on Aunt Peace's cap, and then softly kissed her; which little
joke seemed to please her very much, for she liked to have part in all the home
pastimes, and Alec was her favourite nephew.
Charlie alone failed to catch his shy bird, and the oftener she escaped the
more determined he was to ensnare her. When every other wile had been tried in
vain, he got Archie to propose a game with forfeits.
"I understand that dodge," thought Rose, and was on her guard so carefully
that not one among the pile soon collected belonged to her.
"Now let us redeem them and play something else," said Will, quite
unconscious of the deeply-laid plots all about him.
"One more round and then we will," answered the Prince, who had now baited
his trap anew.
Just as the question came to Rose, Jamie's voice was heard in the hall,
crying distressfully, "Oh, come quick, quick!" Rose started up, missed the
question, and was greeted with a general cry of "Forfeit! forfeit!" in which the
little traitor came to join.
"Now I've got her," thought the young rascal, exulting in his fun-loving
soul.
"Now I'm lost," thought Rose, as she gave up her pin-cushion with a sternly
defiant look that would have daunted anyone but the reckless Prince. In fact, it
made even him think twice, and resolve to "let Rose off easy,'' she had been so
clever.
"Here's a very pretty pawn, and what shall be done to redeem it?" asked
Steve, holding the pin-cushion over Charlie's head, for he had insisted on being
judge, and kept that for the last.
"Fine or superfine?"
"Super."
"Hum, well, she shall take old Mac under the mistletoe, and kiss him
prettily. Won't he be mad, though?" and this bad boy chuckled over the
discomfort he had caused two harmless beings.
There was an impressive pause among the young folks in their corner, for they
all knew that Mac would "be mad," since he hated nonsense of this sort, and had
gone to talk with the elders when the game began. At this moment he was standing
before the fire, listening to a discussion between his uncles and his father,
looking as wise as a young owl, and blissfully unconscious of the plots against
him.
Charlie expected that Rose would say, "I won't!" therefore he was rather
astonished, not to say gratified, when, after a look at the victim, she laughed
suddenly, and, going up to the group of gentlemen, drew her uncle Mac under the
mistletoe and surprised him with a hearty kiss.
"Thank you, my dear," said the innocent gentleman, looking much pleased at
the unexpected honour.
"Oh, come; that's not fair," began Charlie. But Rose cut him short by saying,
as she made him a fine courtesy,
"You said 'Old Mac,' and though it was very disrespectful, I did it. That was
your last chance, sir, and you've lost it."
He certainly had, for, as he spoke, Rose pulled down the mistletoe and threw
it into the fire, while the boys jeered at the crestfallen Prince, and exalted
quick-witted Rose to the skies.
"What's the joke?" asked young Mac, waked out of a brown study by the
laughter, in which the elders joined.
But there was a regular shout when, the matter having been explained to him,
Mac took a meditative stare at Rose through his goggles, and said in a
philosophical tone, "Well, I don't think I should have minded much if she had
done it."
That tickled the lads immensely, and nothing but the appearance of a slight
refection would have induced them to stop chaffing the poor Worm, who could not
see anything funny in the beautiful resignation he had shown on this trying
occasion.
Soon after this, the discovery of Jamie curled up in the sofa corner, as
sound asleep as a dormouse, suggested the propriety of going home, and a general
move was made.
They were all standing about the hall lingering over the good-nights, when
the sound of a voice softly singing "Sweet Home," made them pause and listen. It
was Phebe, poor little Phebe, who never had a home, never knew the love of
father or mother, brother or sister; who stood all alone in the wide world, yet
was not sad nor afraid, but took her bits of happiness gratefully, and sung over
her work without a thought of discontent.
I fancy the happy family standing there together remembered this and felt the
beauty of it, for when the solitary voice came to the burden of its song, other
voices took it up and finished it so sweetly, that the old house seemed to echo
the word "Home" in the ears of both the orphan girls, who had just spent their
first Christmas under its hospitable roof.
Chapter 21—A Scare
"Brother Alec, you surely don't mean to allow that child to go out such a
bitter cold day as this," said Mrs. Myra, looking into the study, where the
Doctor sat reading his paper, one February morning.
"Why not? If a delicate invalid like yourself can bear it, surely my hearty
girl can, especially as she is dressed for cold weather," answered Dr. Alec with
provoking confidence.
"But you have no idea how sharp the wind is. I am chilled to the very marrow
of my bones," answered Aunt Myra, chafing the end of her purple nose with her
sombre glove.
"I don't doubt it, ma'am, if you will wear crape and silk instead of fur and
flannel. Rosy goes out in all weathers, and will be none the worse for an hour's
brisk skating."
"Well, I warn you that you are trifling with the child's health, and
depending too much on the seeming improvement she has made this year. She is a
delicate creature for all that, and will drop away suddenly at the first serious
attack, as her poor mother did," croaked Aunt Myra, with a despondent wag of the
big bonnet.
"I'll risk it," answered Dr. Alec, knitting his brows, as he always did when
any allusion was made to that other Rose.
"Mark my words, you will repent it," and with that awful prophecy, Aunt Myra
departed like a black shadow.
Now it must be confessed that among the Doctor's failings and he had his
share was a very masculine dislike of advice which was thrust upon him unasked.
He always listened with respect to the great-aunts, and often consulted Mrs.
Jessie; but the other three ladies tried his patience sorely, by constant
warnings, complaints and counsels. Aunt Myra was an especial trial, and he
always turned contrary the moment she began to talk. He could not help it, and
often laughed about it with comic frankness. Here now was a sample of it, for he
had just been thinking that Rose had better defer her run till the wind went
down and the sun was warmer. But Aunt Myra spoke, and he could not resist the
temptation to make light of her advice, and let Rose brave the cold. He had no
fear of its harming her, for she went out every day, and it was a great
satisfaction to him to see her run down the avenue a minute afterward, with her
skates on her arm, looking like a rosy-faced Esquimaux in her seal-skin suit, as
she smiled at Aunt Myra stalking along as solemnly as a crow.
"I hope the child won't stay out long, for this wind is enough to chill the
marrow in younger bones than Myra's," thought Dr. Alec, half an hour later, as
he drove toward the city to see the few patients he had consented to take for
old acquaintance' sake.
The thought returned several times that morning, for it was truly a bitter
day, and, in spite of his bear-skin coat, the Doctor shivered. But he had great
faith in Rose's good sense, and it never occurred to him that she was making a
little Casabianca of herself, with the difference of freezing instead of burning
at her post.
You see, Mac had made an appointment to meet her at a certain spot, and have
a grand skating bout as soon as the few lessons he was allowed were over. She
had promised to wait for him, and did so with a faithfulness that cost her dear,
because Mac forgot his appointment when the lessons were done, and became
absorbed in a chemical experiment, till a general combustion of gases drove him
out of his laboratory. Then he suddenly remembered Rose, and would gladly have
hurried away to her, but his mother forbade his going out, for the sharp wind
would hurt his eyes.
"She will wait and wait, mother, for she always keeps her word, and I told
her to hold on till I came," explained Mac, with visions of a shivering little
figure watching on the windy hill-top.
"Of course, your uncle won't let her go out such a day as this. If he does,
she will have the sense to come here for you, or to go home again when you don't
appear," said Aunt Jane, returning to her "Watts on the Mind."
"I wish Steve would just cut up and see if she's there, since I can't go,"
began Mac, anxiously.
"Steve won't stir a peg, thank you. He's got his own toes to thaw out, and
wants his dinner," answered Dandy, just in from school, and wrestling
impatiently with his boots.
So Mac resigned himself, and Rose waited dutifully till dinner-time assured
her that her waiting was in vain. She had done her best to keep warm, had skated
till she was tired and hot, then stood watching others till she was chilled;
tried to get up a glow again by trotting up and down the road, but failed to do
so, and finally cuddled disconsolately under a pine-tree to wait and watch. When
she at length started for home, she was benumbed with cold, and could hardly
make her way against the wind that buffeted the frost-bitten rose most
unmercifully.
Dr. Alec was basking in the warmth of the study fire, after his drive, when
the sound of a stifled sob made him hurry to the door and look anxiously into
the hall. Rose lay in a shivering bunch near the register, with her things half
off, wringing her hands, and trying not to cry with the pain returning warmth
brought to her half-frozen fingers.
"My darling, what is it?" and Uncle Alec had her in his arms in a minute.
"Mac didn't come I can't get warm the fire makes me ache!" and with a long
shiver Rose burst out crying, while her teeth chattered, and her poor little
nose was so blue, it made one's heart ache to see it.
In less time than it takes to tell it, Dr. Alec had her on the sofa rolled up
in the bear-skin coat, with Phebe rubbing her cold feet while he rubbed the
aching hands, and Aunt Plenty made a comfortable hot drink, and Aunt Peace sent
down her own foot-warmer and embroidered blanket "for the dear."
Full of remorseful tenderness, Uncle Alec worked over his new patient till
she declared she was all right again. He would not let her get up to dinner, but
fed her himself, and then forgot his own while he sat watching her fall into a
drowse, for Aunt Plenty's cordial made her sleepy.
She lay so several hours for the drowse deepened into a heavy sleep, and
Uncle Alec, still at his post, saw with growing anxiety that a feverish colour
began to burn in her cheeks, that her breathing was quick and uneven, and now
and then she gave a little moan, as if in pain. Suddenly she woke up with a
start, and seeing Aunt Plenty bending over her, put out her arms like a sick
child, saying wearily,
"Please, could I go to bed?"
"The best place for you, deary. Take her right up, Alec; I've got the hot
water ready, and after a nice bath, she shall have a cup of my sage tea, and be
rolled up in blankets to sleep off her cold," answered the old lady, cheerily,
as she bustled away to give orders.
"Are you in pain, darling?" asked Uncle Alec, as he carried her up.
"My side aches when I breathe, and I feel stiff and queer; but it isn't bad,
so don't be troubled, uncle," whispered Rose, with a little hot hand against his
cheek.
But the poor doctor did look troubled, and had cause to do so, for just then
Rose tried to laugh at Dolly charging into the room with a warming-pan, but
could not, for the sharp pain took her breath away and made her cry out.
"Pleurisy," sighed Aunt Plenty, from the depths of the bath-tub.
"Pewmonia!" groaned Dolly, burrowing among the bedclothes with the
long-handled pan, as if bent on fishing up that treacherous disease.
"Oh, is it bad?" asked Phebe, nearly dropping a pail of hot water in her
dismay, for she knew nothing of sickness, and Dolly's suggestion had a
peculiarly dreadful sound to her.
"Hush!" ordered the Doctor, in a tone that silenced all further predictions,
and made everyone work with a will.
"Make her as comfortable as you can, and when she is in her little bed I'll
come and say good-night," he added, when the bath was ready and the blankets
browning nicely before the fire.
Then he went away to talk quite cheerfully to Aunt Peace about its being
"only a chill"; after which he tramped up and down the hall, pulling his beard
and knitting his brows, sure signs of great inward perturbation.
"I thought it would be too good luck to get through the year without a
downfall. Confound my perversity! Why couldn't I take Myra's advice and keep
Rose at home. It's not fair that the poor child should suffer for my sinful
over-confidence. She shall not suffer for it! Pneumonia, indeed! I defy it," and
he shook his fist in the ugly face of an Indian idol that happened to be before
him, as if that particularly hideous god had some spite against his own little
goddess.
In spite of his defiance his heart sunk when he saw Rose again, for the pain
was worse, and the bath and blankets, the warming-pan and piping-hot sage tea,
were all in vain. For several hours there was no rest for the poor child, and
all manner of gloomy forebodings haunted the minds of those who hovered about
her with faces full of the tenderest anxiety.
In the midst of the worst paroxysm Charlie came to leave a message from his
mother, and was met by Phebe coming despondently downstairs with a mustard
plaster that had brought no relief.
"What the dickens is the matter? You look as dismal as a tombstone," he said,
as she held up her hand to stop his lively whistling.
"Miss Rose is dreadful sick."
"The deuce she is!"
"Don't swear, Mr. Charlie; she really is, and it's Mr. Mac's fault," and
Phebe told the sad tale in a few sharp words, for she felt at war with the
entire race of boys at that moment.
"I'll give it to him, make your mind easy about that," said Charlie, with an
ominous doubling up of his fist. "But Rose isn't dangerously ill, is she?" he
added anxiously, as Aunt Plenty was seen to trot across the upper hall, shaking
a bottle violently as she went.
"Oh, but she is though. The Doctor don't say much, but he don't call it a
'chill' any more. It's 'pleurisy' now, and I'm so afraid it will be pewmonia
to-morrow," answered Phebe, with a despairing glance at the plaster.
Charlie exploded into a stifled laugh at the new pronunciation of pneumonia,
to Phebe's great indignation.
"How can you have the heart to do it, and she in such horrid pain? Hark to
that, and then laugh if you darst," she said with a tragic gesture, and her
black eyes full of fire.
Charlie listened and heard little moans that went to his heart and made his
face as sober as Phebe's. "O uncle, please stop the pain, and let me rest a
minute! Don't tell the boys I wasn't brave. I try to bear it, but it's so sharp
I can't help crying."
Neither could Charlie, when he heard the broken voice say that; but,
boy-like, he wouldn't own it, and said pettishly, as he rubbed his sleeve across
his eyes,
"Don't hold that confounded thing right under my nose; the mustard makes my
eyes smart."
"Don't see how it can, when it hasn't any more strength in it than meal. The
Doctor said so, and I'm going to get some better," began Phebe, not a bit
ashamed of the great tears that were bedewing the condemned plaster.
"I'll go!" and Charlie was off like a shot, glad of an excuse to get out of
sight for a few minutes.
When he came back all inconvenient emotion had been disposed of, and, having
delivered a box of the hottest mustard procurable for money, he departed to
"blow up" Mac, that being his next duty in his opinion. He did it so
energetically and thoroughly that the poor Worm was cast into the depths of
remorseful despair, and went to bed that evening feeling that he was an outcast
from among men, and bore the mark of Cain upon his brow.
Thanks to the skill of the Doctor, and the devotion of his helpers, Rose grew
easier about midnight, and all hoped that the worst was over. Phebe was making
tea by the study fire, for the Doctor had forgotten to eat and drink since Rose
was ill, and Aunt Plenty insisted on his having a "good cordial dish of tea"
after his exertions. A tap on the window startled Phebe, and, looking up, she
saw a face peering in. She was not afraid, for a second look showed her that it
was neither ghost nor burglar, but Mac, looking pale and wild in the wintry
moonlight.
"Come and let a fellow in," he said in a low tone, and when he stood in the
hall he clutched Phebe's arm, whispering gruffly, "How is Rose?"
"Thanks be to goodness, she's better," answered Phebe, with a smile that was
like broad sunshine to the poor lad's anxious heart.
"And she will be all right again to-morrow?"
"Oh, dear no! Dolly says she's sure to have rheumatic fever, if she don't
have noo-monia!" answered Phebe, careful to pronounce the word rightly this
time.
Down went Mac's face, and remorse began to gnaw at him again as he gave a
great sigh and said doubtfully,
"I suppose I couldn't see her?"
"Of course not at this time of night, when we want her to go to sleep!"
Mac opened his mouth to say something more, when a sneeze came upon him
unawares, and a loud "Ah rash hoo!" awoke the echoes of the quiet house.
"Why didn't you stop it?" said Phebe reproachfully. "I dare say you've waked
her up."
"Didn't know it was coming. Just my luck!" groaned Mac, turning to go before
his unfortunate presence did more harm.
But a voice from the stair-head called softly, "Mac, come up; Rose wants to
see you."
Up he went, and found his uncle waiting for him.
"What brings you here at this hour, my boy?" asked the Doctor in a whisper.
"Charlie said it was all my fault, and if she died I'd killed her. I couldn't
sleep, so I came to see how she was, and no one knows it but Steve," he said
with such a troubled face and voice that the Doctor had not the heart to blame
him.
Before he could say anything more a feeble voice called "Mac!" and with a
hasty "Stay a minute just to please her, and then slip away, for I want her to
sleep," the Doctor led him into the room.
The face on the pillow looked very pale and childish, and the smile that
welcomed Mac was very faint, for Rose was spent with pain, yet could not rest
till she had said a word of comfort to her cousin.
"I knew your funny sneeze, and I guessed that you came to see how I did,
though it is very late. Don't be worried, I'm better now, and it is my fault I
was ill, not yours; for I needn't have been so silly as to wait in the cold just
because I said I would."
Mac hastened to explain, to load himself with reproaches, and to beg her not
to die on any account, for Charlie's lecture had made a deep impression on the
poor boy's mind.
"I didn't know there was any danger of my dying," and Rose looked up at him
with a solemn expression in her great eyes.
"Oh, I hope not; but people do sometimes go suddenly, you know, and I
couldn't rest till I'd asked you to forgive me," faltered Mac, thinking that
Rose looked very like an angel already, with the golden hair loose on the
pillow, and the meekness of suffering on her little white face.
"I don't think I shall die; uncle won't let me; but if I do, remember I
forgave you."
She looked at him with a tender light in her eyes, and, seeing how pathetic
his dumb grief was, she added softly, drawing his head down, "I wouldn't kiss
you under the mistletoe, but I will now, for I want you to be sure I do forgive
and love you just the same."
That quite upset poor Mac; he could only murmur his thanks and get out of the
room as fast as possible, to grope his way to the couch at the far end of the
hall, and lie there till he fell asleep, worn out with trying not to "make a
baby" of himself.
Chapter 22—Something to do
Whatever danger there might have been from the effects of that sudden chill,
it was soon over, though, of course, Aunt Myra refused to believe it, and Dr.
Alec cherished his girl with redoubled vigilance and tenderness for months
afterward. Rose quite enjoyed being sick, because as soon as the pain ended the
fun began, and for a week or two she led the life of a little princess secluded
in the Bower, while every one served, amused, and watched over her in the most
delightful manner. But the doctor was called away to see an old friend, who was
dangerously ill, and then Rose felt like a young bird deprived of its mother's
sheltering wing; especially on one afternoon when the aunts were taking their
naps, and the house was very still within while snow fell softly without.
"I'll go and hunt up Phebe, she is always nice and busy, and likes to have me
help her. If Dolly is out of the way we can make caramels and surprise the boys
when they come," Rose said to herself, as she threw down her book and felt ready
for society of some sort.
She took the precaution to peep through the slide before she entered the
kitchen, for Dolly allowed no messing when she was round. But the coast was
clear, and no one but Phebe appeared, sitting at the table with her head on her
arms apparently asleep. Rose was just about to wake her with a "Boo!" when she
lifted her head, dried her wet eyes with her blue apron, and fell to work with a
resolute face on something she was evidently much interested in. Rose could not
make out what it was, and her curiosity was greatly excited, for Phebe was
writing with a sputtering pen on some bits of brown paper, apparently copying
something from a little book.
"I must know what the dear thing is about, and why she cried, and then set
her lips tight and went to work with all her might," thought Rose, forgetting
all about the caramels, and, going round to the door, she entered the kitchen,
saying pleasantly,
"Phebe, I want something to do. Can't you let me help you about anything, or
shall I be in the way?"
"Oh, dear no, miss; I always love to have you round when things are tidy.
What would you like to do?" answered Phebe, opening a drawer as if about to
sweep her own affairs out of sight; but Rose stopped her, exclaiming, like a
curious child,
"Let me see! What is it? I won't tell if you'd rather not have Dolly know."
"I'm only trying to study a bit; but I'm so stupid I don't get on much,"
answered the girl reluctantly, permitting her little mistress to examine the
poor contrivances she was trying to work with.
A broken slate that had blown off the roof, an inch or two of pencil, an old
almanac for a reader, several bits of brown or yellow paper ironed smoothly and
sewn together for a copy-book, and the copies sundry receipts written in Aunt
Plenty's neat hand. These, with a small bottle of ink and a rusty pen, made up
Phebe's outfit, and it was little wonder that she did not "get on" in spite of
the patient persistence that dried the desponding tears and drove along the
sputtering pen with a will.
"You may laugh if you want to, Miss Rose, I know my things are queer, and
that's why I hide 'em; but I don't mind since you've found me out, and I ain't a
bit ashamed except of being so backward at my age," said Phebe humbly, though
her cheeks grew redder as she washed out some crooked capitals with a tear or
two not yet dried upon the slate.
"Laugh at you! I feel more like crying to think what a selfish girl I am, to
have loads of books and things and never remember to give you some. Why didn't
you come and ask me, and not go struggling along alone in this way? It was very
wrong of you, Phebe, and I'll never forgive you if you do so again," answered
Rose, with one hand on Phebe's shoulder, while the other gently turned the
leaves of the poor little copy-book.
"I didn't like to ask for anything more when you are so good to me all the
time, miss, dear," began Phebe, looking up with grateful eyes.
"O you proud thing! just as if it wasn't fun to give away, and I had the best
of it. Now, see here, I've got a plan and you mustn't say no, or I shall scold.
I want something to do, and I'm going to teach you all I know; it won't take
long," and Rose laughed as she put her arm around Phebe's neck, and patted the
smooth dark head with the kind little hand that so loved to give.
"It would be just heavenly!" and Phebe's face shone at the mere idea; but
fell again as she added wistfully, "Only I'm afraid I ought not to let you do
it, Miss Rose. It will take time, and maybe the Doctor wouldn't like it."
"He didn't want me to study much, but he never said a word about teaching,
and I don't believe he will mind a bit. Anyway, we can try it till he comes, so
pack up your things and go right to my room and we'll begin this very day; I'd
truly like to do it, and we'll have nice times, see if we don't!" cried Rose
eagerly.
It was a pretty sight to see Phebe bundle her humble outfit into her apron,
and spring up as if the desire of her heart had suddenly been made a happy fact
to her; it was a still prettier sight to see Rose run gaily on before, smiling
like a good fairy as she beckoned to the other, singing as she went, "The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And many are the curious things I'll show you when you're there.
Will you, will you walk in, Phebe dear?"
"Oh, won't I!" answered Phebe fervently, adding, as they entered the Bower,
"You are the dearest spider that ever was, and I'm the happiest fly."
"I'm going to be very strict, so sit down in that chair and don't say a word
till school is ready to open," ordered Rose, delighted with the prospect of such
a useful and pleasant "something to do."
So Phebe sat demurely in her place while her new teacher laid forth books and
slates, a pretty inkstand and a little globe; hastily tore a bit off her big
sponge, sharpened pencils with more energy than skill, and when all was ready
gave a prance of satisfaction that set the pupil laughing.
"Now the school is open, and I shall hear you read, so that I may know in
which class to put you, Miss Moore," began Rose with great dignity, as she laid
a book before her scholar, and sat down in the easy chair with a long rule in
her hand.
Phebe did pretty well, only tripping now and then over a hard word, and
pronouncing identical "identickle," in a sober way that tickled Rose, though
never a smile betrayed her. The spelling lesson which followed was rather
discouraging; Phebe's ideas of geography were very vague, and grammar was
nowhere, though the pupil protested that she tried so hard to "talk nice like
educated folks" that Dolly called her "a stuck-up piece who didn't know her
place."
"Dolly's an old goose, so don't you mind her, for she will say 'nater,'
'vittles,' and 'doos' as long as she lives, and insist that they are right. You
do talk very nicely, Phebe, I've observed it, and grammar will help you, and
show you some things are right and others ain't are not, I mean," added Rose,
correcting herself, and feeling that she must mind her own parts of speech if
she was to serve as an example for Phebe.
When the arithmetic came, the little teacher was surprised to find her
scholar quicker in some things than herself, for Phebe had worked away at the
columns in the butcher's and baker's books till she could add so quickly and
correctly that Rose was amazed, and felt that in this branch the pupil would
soon excel the teacher if she kept on at the same pace. Her praise cheered Phebe
immensely, and they went bravely on, both getting so interested that time flew
unheeded till Aunt Plenty appeared, exclaiming, as she stared at the two heads
bent over one slate,
"Bless my heart, what is going on now?"
"School, aunty. I'm teaching Phebe, and it's great fun!" cried Rose, looking
up with a bright face.
But Phebe's was brighter, though she added with a wistful look,
"Maybe I ought to have asked leave first; only when Miss Rose proposed this,
I was so happy I forgot to. Shall I stop, ma'am?"
"Of course not, child; I'm glad to see you fond of your book, and to find
Rose helping you along. My blessed mother used to sit at work with her maids
about her, teaching them many a useful thing in the good old fashion that's gone
by now. Only don't neglect your work, dear, or let the books interfere with the
duties."
As Aunt Plenty spoke, with her kind old face beaming approvingly upon the
girls, Phebe glanced at the clock, saw that it pointed to five, knew that Dolly
would soon be down, expecting to find preparations for supper under way, and,
hastily dropping her pencil, she jumped up, saying,
"Please, can I go? I'll clear up after I've done my chores."
"School is dismissed," answered Rose, and with a grateful "Thank you, heaps
and heaps!" Phebe ran away singing the multiplication table as she set the tea
ditto.
That was the way it began, and for a week the class of one went on with great
pleasure and profit to all concerned; for the pupil proved a bright one, and
came to her lessons as to a feast, while the young teacher did her best to be
worthy the high opinion held of her, for Phebe firmly believed that Miss Rose
knew everything in the way of learning.
Of course the lads found out what was going on, and chaffed the girls about
the "Seminary," as they called the new enterprise; but they thought it a good
thing on the whole, kindly offered to give lessons in Greek and Latin gratis,
and decided among themselves that "Rose was a little trump to give the
Phebe-bird such a capital boost."
Rose herself had some doubts as to how it would strike her uncle, and
concocted a wheedlesome speech which should at once convince him that it was the
most useful, wholesome, and delightful plan ever devised. But she got no chance
to deliver her address, for Dr. Alec came upon her so unexpectedly that it went
out of her head entirely. She was sitting on the floor in the library, poring
over a big book laid open in her lap, and knew nothing of the long-desired
arrival till two large, warm hands met under her chin and gently turned her head
back, so that someone could kiss her heartily on either cheek, while a fatherly
voice said, half reproachfully, "Why is my girl brooding over a dusty
Encyclopedia when she ought to be running to meet the old gentleman who couldn't
get on another minute without her?"
"O uncle! I'm so glad! and so sorry! Why didn't you let us know what time
you'd be here, or call out the minute you came? Haven't I been home-sick for
you? and now I'm so happy to have you back I could hug your dear old curly head
off," cried Rose, as the Encyclopedia went down with a bang, and she up with a
spring that carried her into Dr. Alec's arms, to be kept there in the sort of
embrace a man gives to the dearest creature the world holds for him.
Presently he was in his easy chair with Rose upon his knee smiling up in his
face and talking as fast as her tongue could go, while he watched her with an
expression of supreme content, as he stroked the smooth round cheek, or held the
little hand in his, rejoicing to see how rosy was the one, how plump and strong
the other.
"Have you had a good time? Did you save the poor lady? Aren't you glad to be
home again with your girl to torment you?"
"Yes, to all those questions. Now tell me what you've been at, little sinner?
Aunty Plen says you want to consult me about some new and remarkable project
which you have dared to start in my absence."
"She didn't tell you, I hope?"
"Not a word more expect that you were rather doubtful how I'd take it, and so
wanted to 'fess' yourself and get round me as you always try to do, though you
don't often succeed. Now, then, own up and take the consequences."
So Rose told about her school in her pretty, earnest way, dwelling on Phebe's
hunger for knowledge, and the delight it was to help her, adding, with a wise
nod,
"And it helps me too, uncle, for she is so quick and eager I have to do my
best or she will get ahead of me in some things. To-day, now, she had the word
'cotton' in a lesson and asked all about it, and I was ashamed to find I really
knew so little that I could only say that it was a plant that grew down South in
a kind of a pod, and was made into cloth. That's what I was reading up when you
came, and to-morrow I shall tell her all about it, and indigo too. So you see it
teaches me also, and is as good as a general review of what I've learned, in a
pleasanter way than going over it alone."
"You artful little baggage! that's the way you expect to get round me, is it?
That's not studying, I suppose?"
"No, sir, it's teaching; and please, I like it much better than having a good
time by myself. Besides, you know, I adopted Phebe and promised to be a sister
to her, so I am bound to keep my word, am I not?" answered Rose, looking both
anxious and resolute as she waited for her sentence.
Dr. Alec was evidently already won, for Rose had described the old slate and
brown paper copy-book with pathetic effect, and the excellent man had not only
decided to send Phebe to school long before the story was done, but reproached
himself for forgetting his duty to one little girl in his love for another. So
when Rose tried to look meek and failed utterly, he laughed and pinched her
cheek, and answered in that genial way which adds such warmth and grace to any
favour,
"I haven't the slightest objection in the world. In fact, I was beginning to
think I might let you go at your books again, moderately, since you are so well;
and this is an excellent way to try your powers. Phebe is a brave, bright lass,
and shall have a fair chance in the world, if we can give it to her, so that if
she ever finds her friends they need not be ashamed of her."
"I think she has found some already," began Rose eagerly.
"Hey? what? has anyone turned up since I've been gone?" asked Dr. Alec
quickly, for it was a firm belief in the family that Phebe would prove to be
"somebody" sooner or later.
"No, her best friend turned up when you came home, uncle," answered Rose with
an approving pat, adding gratefully, "I can't half thank you for being so good
to my girl, but she will, because I know she is going to make a woman to be
proud of, she's so strong and true, and loving."
"Bless your dear heart, I haven't begun to do anything yet, more shame to me!
But I'm going at it now, and as soon as she gets on a bit, she shall go to
school as long as she likes. How will that do for a beginning?"
"It will be 'just heavenly,' as Phebe says, for it is the wish of her life to
'get lots of schooling,' and she will be too happy when I tell her. May I,
please? it will be so lovely to see the dear thing open her big eyes and clap
her hands at the splendid news."
"No one shall have a finger in this nice little pie; you shall do it all
yourself, only don't go too fast, or make too many castles in the air, my dear;
for time and patience must go into this pie of ours if it is to turn out well."
"Yes, uncle, only when it is opened won't 'the birds begin to sing?"' laughed
Rose, taking a turn about the room as a vent for the joyful emotions that made
her eyes shine. All of a sudden she stopped and asked soberly,
"If Phebe goes to school who will do her work? I'm willing, if I can."
"Come here and I'll tell you a secret. Dolly's 'bones' are getting so
troublesome, and her dear old temper so bad, that the aunts have decided to
pension her off and let her go and live with her daughter, who has married very
well. I saw her this week, and she'd like to have her mother come, so in the
spring we shall have a grand change, and get a new cook and chamber-girl if any
can be found to suit our honoured relatives."
"Oh, me! how can I ever get on without Phebe? Couldn't she stay, just so I
could see her? I'd pay her board rather than have her go, I'm so fond of her."
How Dr. Alec laughed at that proposal, and how satisfied Rose was when he
explained that Phebe was still to be her maid, with no duties except such as she
could easily perform between school-hours.
"She is a proud creature, for all her humble ways, and even from us would not
take a favour if she did not earn it somewhere. So this arrangement makes it all
square and comfortable, you see, and she will pay for the schooling by curling
these goldilocks a dozen times a day if you let her."
"Your plans are always so wise and kind! That's why they work so well, I
suppose, and why people let you do what you like with them. I really don't see
how other girls get along without an Uncle Alec!" answered Rose, with a sigh of
pity for those who had missed so great a blessing.
When Phebe was told the splendid news, she did not "stand on her head with
rapture," as Charlie prophesied she would, but took it quietly, because it was
such a happy thing she had no words "big and beautiful enough to thank them in,"
she said; but every hour of her day was brightened by this granted wish, and
dedicated to the service of those who gave it.
Her heart was so full of content that if overflowed in music, and the sweet
voice singing all about the house gave thanks so blithely that no other words
were needed. Her willing feet were never tired of taking steps for those who had
smoothed her way; her skilful hands were always busy in some labour of love for
them, and on the face fast growing in comeliness there was an almost womanly
expression of devotion, which proved how well Phebe had already learned one of
life's great lessons gratitude.
Chapter 23—Peace-Making
"Steve, I want you to tell me something," said Rose to Dandy, who was making
faces at himself in the glass, while he waited for an answer to the note he
brought from his mother to Aunt Plenty.
"P'raps I will, and p'raps I won't. What is it?"
"Haven't Arch and Charlie quarrelled?"
"Dare say; we fellows are always having little rows, you know. I do believe a
sty is coming on my star-board eye," and Steve affected to be absorbed in a
survey of his yellow lashes.
"No, that won't do; I want to know all about it; for I'm sure something more
serious than a 'little row' is the matter. Come, please tell me, Stenie, there's
a dear."
"Botheration! you don't want me to turn telltale, do you?" growled Steve,
pulling his top-knot, as he always did when perplexed.
"Yes, I do," was Rose's decided answer for she saw from his manner that she
was right, and determined to have the secret out of him if coaxing would do it.
"I don't wish you to tell things to everyone, of course, but to me you may, and
you must, because I have a right to know. You boys need somebody to look after
you, and I'm going to do it, for girls are nice peacemakers, and know how to
manage people. Uncle said so, and he is never wrong."
Steve was about to indulge in a derisive hoot at the idea of her looking
after them, but a sudden thought restrained him, and suggested a way in which he
could satisfy Rose, and better himself at the same time.
"What will you give me if I'll tell you every bit about it?" he asked, with a
sudden red in his cheeks and an uneasy look in his eyes, for he was half ashamed
of the proposition.
"What do you want?" and Rose looked up rather surprised at his question.
"I'd like to borrow some money. I shouldn't think of asking you, only Mac
never has a cent. since he's set up his old chemical shop, where he'll blow
himself to bits some day, and you and uncle will have the fun of putting him
together again," and Steve tried to look as if the idea amused him.
"I'll lend it to you with pleasure, so tell away," said Rose, bound to get at
the secret.
Evidently much relieved by the promise, Steve set his top-knot cheerfully
erect again, and briefly stated the case.
"As you say, it's all right to tell you, but don't let the boys know I
blabbed, or Prince will take my head off. You see, Archie don't like some of the
fellows Charlie goes with, and cuts 'em. That makes Prince mad, and he holds on
just to plague Arch, so they don't speak to one another, if they can help it,
and that's the row."
"Are those boys bad?" asked Rose, anxiously.
"Guess not, only rather wild. They are older than our fellows, but they like
Prince, he's such a jolly boy; sings so well, dances jigs and breakdowns, you
know, and plays any game that's going. He beat Morse at billiards, and that's
something to brag of, for Morse thinks he knows everything. I saw the match, and
it was great fun!"
Steve got quite excited over the prowess of Charlie, whom he admired
immensely, and tried to imitate. Rose did not know half the danger of such gifts
and tastes as Charlie's, but felt instinctively that something must be wrong if
Archie disapproved.
"If Prince likes any billiard-playing boy better than Archie, I don't think
much of his sense," she said severely.
"Of course he doesn't; but, you see, Charlie and Arch are both as proud as
they can be, and won't give in. I suppose Arch is right, but I don't blame
Charlie a bit for liking to be with the others sometimes, they are such a jolly
set," and Steve shook his head morally, even while his eye twinkled over the
memory of some of the exploits of the "jolly set."
"Oh, dear me!" sighed Rose, "I don't see what I can do about it, but I wish
the boys would make up, for Prince can't come to any harm with Archie, he's so
good and sensible."
"That's the trouble; Arch preaches, and Prince won't stand it. He told Arch
he was a prig and a parson, and Arch told him he wasn't a gentleman. My boots!
weren't they both mad, though! I thought for a minute they'd pitch into one
another and have it out. Wish they had, and not gone stalking round stiff and
glum ever since. Mac and I settle our rows with a bat or so over the head, and
then we are all right."
Rose couldn't help laughing as Steve sparred away at a fat sofa-pillow, to
illustrate his meaning; and, having given it several scientific whacks, he
pulled down his cuffs and smiled upon her with benign pity for her feminine
ignorance of this summary way of settling a quarrel.
"What droll things boys are!" she said, with a mixture of admiration and
perplexity in her face, which Steve accepted as a compliment to his sex.
"We're a pretty clever invention, miss, and you can't get on without us," he
answered, with his nose in the air. Then, taking a sudden plunge into business,
he added, "How about that bit of money you were going to lend me? I've told, now
you pay up."
"Of course I will! How much do you want?" and Rose pulled out her purse.
"Could you spare five dollars? I want to pay a little debt of honour that is
rather pressing," and Steve put on a mannish air that was comical to see.
"Aren't all debts honourable?" asked innocent Rose.
"Yes, of course; but this is a bet I made, and it ought to be settled up at
once," began Steve, finding it awkward to explain.
"Oh, don't bet, it's not right, and I know your father wouldn't like it.
Promise you won't do so again; please promise!" and Rose held fast the hand into
which she had just put the money.
"Well, I won't. It's worried me a good deal, but I was joked into it. Much
obliged, cousin, I'm all right now," and Steve departed hastily.
Having decided to be a peace-maker, Rose waited for an opportunity, and very
soon it came.
She was spending the day with Aunt Clara, who had been entertaining some
young guests, and invited Rose to meet them, for she thought it high time her
niece conquered her bashfulness and saw a little of society. Dinner was over,
and everyone had gone. Aunt Clara was resting before going out to an evening
party, and Rose was waiting for Charlie to come and take her home.
She sat alone in the elegant drawing-room, feeling particularly nice and
pretty, for she had her best frock on, a pair of gold bands her aunt had just
given her, and a tea-rose bud in her sash, like the beautiful Miss Van Tassel,
whom everyone admired. She had spread out her little skirts to the best
advantage, and, leaning back in a luxurious chair, sat admiring her own feet in
new slippers with rosettes almost as big as dahlias. Presently Charlie came
lounging in, looking rather sleepy and queer, Rose thought. On seeing her,
however, he roused up and said with a smile that ended in a gape,
"I thought you were with mother, so I took forty winks after I got those
girls off. Now, I'm at your service, Rosamunda, whenever you like."
"You look as if your head ached. If it does, don't mind me. I'm not afraid to
run home alone, it's so early," answered Rose, observing the flushed cheeks and
heavy eyes of her cousin.
"I think I see myself letting you do it. Champagne always makes my headache,
but the air will set me up."
"Why do you drink it, then?" asked Rose, anxiously.
"Can't help it, when I'm host. Now, don't you begin to lecture; I've had
enough of Archie's old-fashioned notions, and I don't want any more."
Charlie's tone was decidedly cross, and his whole manner so unlike his usual
merry good-nature, that Rose felt crushed, and answered meekly,
"I wasn't going to lecture, only when people like other people, they can't
bear to see them suffer pain."
That brought Charlie round at once, for Rose's lips trembled a little, though
she tried to hide it by smelling the flower she pulled from her sash.
"I'm a regular bear, and I beg your pardon for being so cross, Rosy," he said
in the old frank way that was so winning.
"I wish you'd beg Archie's too, and be good friends again. You never were
cross when he was your chum," Rose said, looking up at him as he bent toward her
from the low chimney-piece, where he had been leaning his elbows.
In an instant he stood as stiff and straight as a ramrod, and the heavy eyes
kindled with an angry spark as he said, in his high and mighty manner,
"You'd better not meddle with what you don't understand, cousin."
"But I do understand, and it troubles me very much to see you so cold and
stiff to one another. You always used to be together, and now you hardly speak.
You are so ready to beg my pardon I don't see why you can't beg Archie's, if you
are in the wrong."
"I'm not!" this was so short and sharp that Rose started, and Charlie added
in a calmer but still very haughty tone: "A gentleman always begs pardon when he
has been rude to a lady, but one man doesn't apologize to another man who has
insulted him."
"Oh, my heart, what a pepperpot!" thought Rose, and, hoping to make him
laugh, she added slyly: "I was not talking about men, but boys, and one of them
a Prince, who ought to set a good example to his subjects."
But Charlie would not relent, and tried to turn the subject by saying
gravely, as he unfastened the little gold ring from his watch-guard,
"I've broken my word, so I want to give this back and free you from the
bargain. I'm sorry, but I think it a foolish promise, and don't intend to keep
it. Choose a pair of ear-rings to suit yourself, as my forfeit. You have a right
to wear them now."
"No, I can only wear one, and that is no use, for Archie will keep his word
I'm sure!" Rose was so mortified and grieved at this downfall of her hopes that
she spoke sharply, and would not take the ring the deserter offered her.
He shrugged his shoulders, and threw it into her lap, trying to look cool and
careless, but failing entirely, for he was ashamed of himself, and out of sorts
generally. Rose wanted to cry, but pride would not let her, and, being very
angry, she relieved herself by talk instead of tears. Looking pale and excited,
she rose out of her chair, cast away the ring, and said in a voice that she
vainly tried to keep steady,
"You are not at all the boy I thought you were, and I don't respect you one
bit. I've tried to help you be good, but you won't let me, and I shall not try
any more. You talk a great deal about being a gentleman, but you are not, for
you've broken your word, and I can never trust you again. I don't wish you to go
home with me. I'd rather have Mary. Good-night."
And with that last dreadful blow, Rose walked out of the room, leaving
Charlie as much astonished as if one of his pet pigeons had flown in his face
and pecked at him. She was so seldom angry, that when her temper did get the
better of her it made a deep impression on the lads, for it was generally a
righteous sort of indignation at some injustice or wrong-doing, not childish
passion.
Her little thunderstorm cleared off in a sob or two as she put on her things
in the entry-closet, and when she emerged she looked the brighter for the
shower. A hasty good-night to Aunt Clara now under the hands of the hairdresser
and then she crept down to find Mary the maid. But Mary was out, so was the man,
and Rose slipped away by the back-door, flattering herself that she had escaped
the awkwardness of having Charlie for escort.
There she was mistaken, however, for the gate had hardly closed behind her
when a well-known tramp was heard, and the Prince was beside her, saying in a
tone of penitent politeness that banished Rose's wrath like magic,
"You needn't speak to me if you don't choose, but I must see you safely home,
cousin."
She turned at once, put out her hand, and answered heartily,
"I was the cross one. Please forgive me, and let's be friends again."
Now that was better than a dozen sermons on the beauty of forgiveness, and
did Charlie more good, for it showed him how sweet humility was, and proved that
Rose practised as she preached.
He shook the hand warmly, then drew it through his arm and said, as if
anxious to recover the good opinion with the loss of which he had been
threatened,
"Look here, Rosy, I've put the ring back, and I'm going to try again. But you
don't know how hard it is to stand being laughed at."
"Yes, I do! Ariadne plagues me every time I see her, because I don't wear
ear-rings after all the trouble I had getting ready for them."
"Ah, but her twaddle isn't half as bad as the chaffing I get. It takes a deal
of pluck to hold out when you are told you are tied to an apron string, and all
that sort of thing," sighed Charlie.
"I thought you had a 'deal of pluck,' as you call it. The boys all say you
are the bravest of the seven," said Rose.
"So I am about some things, but I cannot bear to be laughed at."
"It is hard, but if one is right won't that make it easier?"
"Not to me; it might to a pious parson like Arch."
"Please don't call him names! I guess he has what is called moral courage,
and you physical courage. Uncle explained the difference to me, and moral is the
best, though often it doesn't look so," said Rose thoughtfully.
Charlie didn't like that, and answered quickly, "I don't believe he'd stand
it any better than I do, if he had those fellows at him."
"Perhaps that's why he keeps out of their way, and wants you to."
Rose had him there, and Charlie felt it, but would not give in just yet,
though he was going fast, for somehow, in the dark he seemed to see things
clearer than in the light, and found it very easy to be confidential when it was
"only Rose."
"If he was my brother, now, he'd have some right to interfere," began
Charlie, in an injured tone.
"I wish he was!" cried Rose.
"So do I," answered Charlie, and then they both laughed at his inconsistency.
The laugh did them good, and when Prince spoke again, it was in a different
tone pensive, not proud nor perverse.
"You see, it's hard upon me that I have no brothers and sisters. The others
are better off and needn't go abroad for chums if they don't like. I am all
alone, and I'd be thankful even for a little sister."
Rose thought that very pathetic, and, overlooking the uncomplimentary word
"even" in that last sentence, she said, with a timid sort of earnestness that
conquered her cousin at once,
"Play I was a little sister. I know I'm silly, but perhaps I'm better than
nothing, and I'd dearly love to do it."
"So should I! and we will, for you are not silly, my dear, but a very
sensible girl, we all think, and I'm proud to have you for a sister. There,
now!" and Charlie looked down at the curly head bobbing along beside him with
real affection in his face.
Rose gave a skip of pleasure, and laid one seal-skin mitten over the other on
his arm, as she said happily,
"That's so nice of you! Now, you needn't be lonely any more, and I'll try to
fill Archie's place till he comes back, for I know he will, as soon as you let
him."
"Well, I don't mind telling you that while he was my mate I never missed
brothers and sisters, or wanted anyone else; but since he cast me off, I'll be
hanged if I don't feel as forlorn as old Crusoe before Friday turned up."
This burst of confidence confirmed Rose in her purpose of winning Charlie's
Mentor back to him, but she said no more, contented to have done so well. They
parted excellent friends, and Prince went home, wondering why "a fellow didn't
mind saying things to a girl or woman which they would die before they'd own to
another fellow."
Rose also had some sage reflections upon the subject, and fell asleep
thinking that there were a great many curious things in this world, and feeling
that she was beginning to find out some of them.
Next day she trudged up the hill to see Archie, and having told him as much
as she thought best about her talk with Charlie, begged him to forget and
forgive.
"I've been thinking that perhaps I ought to, though I am in the right. I'm no
end fond of Charlie, and he's the best-hearted lad alive; but he can't say No,
and that will play the mischief with him, if he does not take care," said Archie
in his grave, kind way.
"While father was home, I was very busy with him, so Prince got into a set I
don't like. They try to be fast, and think it's manly, and they flatter him, and
lead him on to do all sorts of things play for money, and bet, and loaf about. I
hate to have him do so, and tried to stop it, but went to work the wrong way, so
we got into a mess."
"He is all ready to make up if you don't say much, for he owned to me he was
wrong; but I don't think he will own it to you, in words," began Rose.
"I don't care for that; if he'll just drop those row-dies and come back, I'll
hold my tongue and not preach. I wonder if he owes those fellows money, and so
doesn't like to break off till he can pay it. I hope not, but don't dare to ask;
though, perhaps, Steve knows, he's always after Prince, more's the pity," and
Archie looked anxious.
"I think Steve does know, for he talked about debts of honour the day I gave
him—" There Rose stopped short and turned scarlet.
But Archie ordered her to "fess," and had the whole story in five minutes,
for none dared disobey the Chief. He completed her affliction by putting a
five-dollar bill into her pocket by main force, looking both indignant and
resolute as he said,
"Never do so again; but send Steve to me, if he is afraid to go to his
father. Charlie had nothing to do with that; he wouldn't borrow a penny of a
girl, don't think it. But that's the harm he does Steve, who adores him, and
tries to be like him in all things. Don't say a word; I'll make it all right,
and no one shall blame you."
"Oh me! I always make trouble by trying to help, and then letting out the
wrong thing," sighed Rose, much depressed by her slip of the tongue.
Archie comforted her with the novel remark that it was always best to tell
the truth, and made her quite cheerful by promising to heal the breach with
Charlie as soon as possible.
He kept his word so well that the very next afternoon, as Rose looked out of
the window, she beheld the joyful spectacle of Archie and Prince coming up the
avenue, arm-in-arm, as of old, talking away as if to make up for the unhappy
silence of the past weeks.
Rose dropped her work, hurried to the door, and, opening it wide, stood there
smiling down upon them so happily, that the faces of the lads brightened as they
ran up the steps eager to show that all was well with them.
"Here's our little peace-maker!" said Archie, shaking hands with vigour.
But Charlie added, with a look that made Rose very proud and happy, "And my
little sister."
Chapter 24—Which?
"Uncle, I have discovered what girls are made for," said Rose, the day after
the reconciliation of Archie and the Prince.
"Well, my dear, what is it?" asked Dr. Alec, who was "planking the deck," as
he called his daily promenade up and down the hall.
"To take care of boys," answered Rose, quite beaming with satisfaction as she
spoke. "Phebe laughed when I told her, and said she thought girls had better
learn to take care of themselves first. But that's because she hasn't got seven
boy-cousins as I have."
"She is right, nevertheless, Rosy, and so are you, for the two things go
together, and in helping seven lads you are unconsciously doing much to improve
one lass," said Dr. Alec, stopping to nod and smile at the bright-faced figure
resting on the old bamboo chair, after a lively game of battledore and
shuttlecock, in place of a run which a storm prevented.
"Am I? I'm glad of that; but really, uncle, I do feel as if I must take care
of the boys, for they come to me in all sorts of troubles, and ask advice, and I
like it so much. Only I don't always know what to do, and I'm going to consult
you privately and then surprise them with my wisdom."
"All right, my dear; what's the first worry? I see you have something on your
little mind, so come and tell uncle."
Rose put her arm in his, and, pacing to and fro, told him all about Charlie,
asking what she could do to keep him straight, and be a real sister to him.
"Could you make up your mind to go and stay with Aunt Clara a month?" asked
the Doctor, when she ended.
"Yes, sir; but I shouldn't like it. Do you really want me to go?"
"The best cure for Charlie is a daily dose of Rose water, or Rose and water,
or Rose and water; will you go and see that he takes it?" laughed Dr. Alec.
"You mean that if I'm there and try to make it pleasant, he will stay at home
and keep out of mischief?"
"Exactly."
"But could I make it pleasant? He would want the boys."
"No danger but he'd have the boys, for they swarm after you like bees after
their queen. Haven't you found that out?"
"Aunt Plen often says they never used to be here half so much before I came,
but I never thought I made the difference, it seemed so natural to have them
round."
"Little modesty doesn't know what a magnet she is; but she will find it out
some day," and the Doctor softly stroked the cheek that had grown rosy with
pleasure at the thought of being so much loved. "Now, you see, if I move the
magnet to Aunt Clara's, the lads will go there as sure as iron to steel, and
Charlie will be so happy at home he won't care for these mischievous mates of
his I hope," added the Doctor, well knowing how hard it was to wean a
seventeen-year-old boy from his first taste of what is called "seeing life,"
which, alas! often ends in seeing death.
"I'll go, uncle, right away! Aunt Clara is always asking me, and will be glad
to get me. I shall have to dress and dine late, and see lots of company, and be
very fashionable, but I'll try not to let it hurt me; and if I get in a puzzle
or worried about anything I can run to you," answered Rose, good-will conquering
timidity.
So it was decided, and without saying much about the real reason for this
visit, Rose was transplanted to Aunt Clara's, feeling that she had a work to do,
and very eager to do it well.
Dr. Alec was right about the bees, for the boys did follow their queen, and
astonished Mrs. Clara by their sudden assiduity in making calls, dropping in to
dinner, and getting up evening frolics. Charlie was a devoted host, and tried to
show his gratitude by being very kind to his "little sister," for he guessed why
she came, and his heart was touched by her artless endeavours to "help him be
good."
Rose often longed to be back in the old house with the simpler pleasures and
more useful duties of the life there; but, having made up her mind, in spite of
Phebe, that "girls were made to take care of boys," here motherly little soul
found much to enjoy in the new task she had undertaken.
It was a pretty sight to see the one earnest, sweet-faced girl among the
flock of tall lads, trying to understand, to help and please them with a patient
affection that worked many a small miracle unperceived. Slang, rough manners,
and careless habits were banished or bettered by the presence of a little
gentlewoman; and all the manly virtues cropping up were encouraged by the hearty
admiration bestowed upon them by one whose good opinion all valued more than
they confessed; while Rose tried to imitate the good qualities she praised in
them, to put away her girlish vanities and fears, to be strong and just, and
frank and brave, as well as modest, kind, and beautiful.
This trial worked so well that when the month was over, Mac and Steve
demanded a visit in their turn, and Rose went, feeling that she would like to
hear grim Aunt Jane say, as Aunt Clara did at parting, "I wish I could keep you
all my life, dear."
After Mac and Steve had had their turn, Archie and Company bore her away for
some weeks; and with them she was so happy, she felt as if she would like to
stay for ever, if she could have Uncle Alec also.
Of course, Aunt Myra could not be neglected, and, with secret despair, Rose
went to the "Mausoleum," as the boys called her gloomy abode. Fortunately, she
was very near home, and Dr. Alec dropped in so often that her visit was far less
dismal than she expected. Between them, they actually made Aunt Myra laugh
heartily more than once; and Rose did her so much good by letting in the
sunshine, singing about the silent house, cooking wholesome messes, and amusing
the old lady with funny little lectures on physiology, that she forgot to take
her pills and gave up "Mum's Elixir," because she slept so well, after the long
walks and drives she was beguiled into taking, that she needed no narcotic.
So the winter flew rapidly away, and it was May before Rose was fairly
settled again at home. They called her the "Monthly Rose," because she had spent
a month with each of the aunts, and left such pleasant memories of bloom and
fragrance behind her, that all wanted the family flower back again.
Dr. Alec rejoiced greatly over his recovered treasure; but as the time drew
near when his year of experiment ended, he had many a secret fear that Rose
might like to make her home for the next twelve month with Aunt Jessie, or even
Aunt Clara, for Charlie's sake. He said nothing, but waited with much anxiety
for the day when the matter should be decided; and while he waited he did his
best to finish as far as possible the task he had begun so well.
Rose was very happy now, being out nearly all day enjoying the beautiful
awakening of the world, for spring came bright and early, as if anxious to do
its part. The old horse-chestnuts budded round her windows, green things sprung
up like magic in the garden under her hands, hardy flowers bloomed as fast as
they could, the birds sang blithely overhead, and every day a chorus of pleasant
voices cried, "Good morning, cousin, isn't it jolly weather?"
No one remembered the date of the eventful conversation which resulted in the
Doctor's experiment (no one but himself at least); so when the aunts were
invited to tea one Saturday they came quite unsuspiciously, and were all sitting
together having a social chat, when Brother Alec entered with two photographs in
his hand.
"Do you remember that?" he said, showing one to Aunt Clara, who happened to
be nearest.
"Yes, indeed; it is very like her when she came. Quite her sad, unchildlike
expression, and thin little face, with the big dark eyes."
The picture was passed round, and all agreed that "it was very like Rose a
year ago." This point being settled, the Doctor showed the second picture, which
was received with great approbation, and pronounced a "charming likeness."
It certainly was, and a striking contrast to the first one, for it was a
blooming, smiling face, full of girlish spirit and health, with no sign of
melancholy, though the soft eyes were thoughtful, and the lines about the lips
betrayed a sensitive nature.
Dr. Alec set both photographs on the chimneypiece, and, falling back a step
or two, surveyed them with infinite satisfaction for several minutes, then
wheeled round, saying briefly, as he pointed to the two faces,
"Time is up; how do you think my experiment has succeeded, ladies?"
"Bless me, so it is!" cried Aunt Plenty, dropping a stitch in her surprise.
"Beautifully, dear," answered Aunt Peace, smiling entire approval.
"She certainly has improved, but appearances are deceitful, and she had no
constitution to build upon," croaked Aunt Myra.
"I am willing to allow that, as far as mere health goes, the experiment is a
success," graciously observed Aunt Jane, unable to forget Rose's kindness to her
Mac.
"So am I; and I'll go farther, for I really do believe Alec has done wonders
for the child; she will be a beauty in two or three years," added Aunt Clara,
feeling that she could say nothing better than that.
"I always knew he would succeed, and I'm so glad you all allow it, for he
deserves more credit than you know, and more praise than he will ever get,"
cried Aunt Jessie, clapping her hands with an enthusiasm that caused Jamie's
little red stocking to wave like a triumphal banner in the air.
Dr. Alec made them a splendid bow, looking much gratified, and then said
soberly,
"Thank you; now the question is, shall I go on? for this is only the
beginning. None of you know the hindrances I've had, the mistakes I've made, the
study I've given the case, and the anxiety I've often felt. Sister Myra is right
is one thing Rose is a delicate creature, quick to flourish in the sunshine, and
as quick to droop without it. She has no special weakness, but inherits her
mother's sensitive nature, and needs the wisest, tenderest care, to keep a very
ardent little soul from wearing out a finely organised little body. I think I
have found the right treatment, and; with you to help me, I believe we may build
up a lovely and a noble woman, who will be a pride and comfort to us all."
There Dr. Alec stopped to get his breath, for he had spoken very earnestly,
and his voice got a little husky over the last words. A gentle murmur from the
aunts seemed to encourage him, and he went on with an engaging smile, for the
good man was slyly trying to win all the ladies to vote for him when the time
came.
"Now, I don't wish to be selfish or arbitrary, because I am her guardian, and
I shall leave Rose free to choose for herself. We all want her, and if she likes
to make her home with any of you rather than with me, she shall do so. In fact,
I encouraged her visits last winter, that she might see what we can all offer
her, and judge where she will be happiest. Is not that the fairest way? Will you
agree to abide by her choice, as I do?"
"Yes, we will," said all the aunts, in quite a flutter of excitement at the
prospect of having Rose for a whole year.
"Good! she will be here directly, and then we will settle the question for
another year. A most important year, mind you, for she has got a good start, and
will blossom rapidly now if all goes well with her. So I beg of you don't undo
my work, but deal very wisely and gently with my little girl, for if any harm
come to her, I think it would break my heart."
As he spoke, Dr. Alec turned his back abruptly and affected to be examining
the pictures again; but the aunts understood how dear the child was to the
solitary man who had loved her mother years ago, and who now found his happiness
in cherishing the little Rose who was so like her. The good ladies nodded and
sighed, and telegraphed to one another that none of them would complain if not
chosen, or ever try to rob Brother Alec of his "Heart's Delight," as the boys
called Rose.
Just then a pleasant sound of happy voices came up from the garden, and
smiles broke out on all serious faces. Dr. Alec turned at once, saying, as he
threw back his head, "There she is; now for it!"
The cousins had been a-Maying, and soon came flocking in laden with the
spoils.
"Here is our bonny Scotch rose with all her thorns about her," said Dr. Alec,
surveying her with unusual pride and tenderness, as she went to show Aunt Peace
her basket full of early flowers, fresh leaves, and curious lichens.
"Leave your clutter in the hall, boys, and sit quietly down if you choose to
stop here, for we are busy," said Aunt Plenty, shaking her finger at the
turbulent Clan, who were bubbling over with the jollity born of spring sunshine
and healthy exercise.
"Of course, we choose to stay! Wouldn't miss our Saturday high tea for
anything," said the Chief, as he restored order among his men with a nod, a
word, and an occasional shake.
"What is up? a court-martial?" asked Charlie, looking at the assembled ladies
with affected awe and real curiosity, for these faces betrayed that some
interesting business was afloat.
Dr. Alec explained in a few words, which he made as brief and calm as he
could; but the effect was exciting, nevertheless, for each of the lads began at
once to bribe, entice, and wheedle "our cousin" to choose his home.
"You really ought to come to us for mother's sake, as a relish, you know, for
she must be perfectly satiated with boys," began Archie, using the strongest
argument he could think of at the moment.
"Oh, do! we'll never slam, or bounce at you or call you 'fraid cat,' if you
only will," besought Geordie and Will, distorting their countenances in the
attempt to smile with overpowering sweetness.
"And I'll always wash my hands 'fore I touch you, and you shall be my dolly,
'cause Pokey's gone away, and I'll love you *hard*," cried Jamie, clinging to
her with his chubby face full of affection.
"Brothers and sister ought to live together; especially when the brother
needs some one to make home pleasant for him," added Charlie, with the
wheedlesome tone and look that Rose always found so difficult to resist.
"You had her longest, and it's our turn now; Mac needs her more than you do,
Prince, for she's 'the light of his eyes,' he says. Come, Rose, choose us, and
I'll never use the musky pomade you hate again as long as I live," said Steve,
with his most killing air, as he offered this noble sacrifice.
Mac peered wistfully over his goggles, saying in an unusually wide-awake and
earnest way, --
"Do, cousin, then we can study chemistry together. My experiments don't blow
up very often now, and the gases aren't at all bad when you get used to them."
Rose meantime had stood quite still, with the flowers dropping from her hands
as her eyes went from one eager face to another, while smiles rippled over her
own at the various enticements offered her. During the laugh that followed Mac's
handsome proposition, she looked at her uncle, whose eyes were fixed on her with
an expression of love and longing that went to her heart.
"Ah! yes," she thought, "he wants me most! I've often longed to give him
something that he wished for very much, and now I can."
So, when, at a sudden gesture from Aunt Peace, silence fell, Rose said
slowly, with a pretty colour in her cheeks, and a beseeching look about the
room, as if asking pardon of the boys,
"It's very hard to choose when everybody is so fond of me; therefore I think
I'd better go to the one who seems to need me most."
"No, dear, the one you love the best and will be happiest with," said Dr.
Alec quickly, as a doleful sniff from Aunt Myra, and a murmur of "My sainted
Caroline," made Rose pause and look that way.
"Take time, cousin; don't be in a hurry to make up your mind, and remember,
'Codlin's your friend,'" added Charlie, hopeful still.
"I don't want any time! I know who I love best, who I'm happiest with, and I
choose uncle. Will he have me?" cried Rose, in a tone that produced a
sympathetic thrill among the hearers, it was so full of tender confidence and
love.
If she really had any doubt, the look in Dr. Alec's face banished it without
a word, as he opened wide his arms, and she ran into them, feeling that home was
there.
No one spoke for a minute, but there were signs of emotion among the aunts,
which warned the boys to bestir themselves before the water-works began to play.
So they took hands and began to prance about uncle and niece, singing, with
sudden inspiration, the nursery rhyme, "Ring around a Rosy!"
Of course that put an end to all sentiment, and Rose emerged laughing from
Dr. Alec's bosom, with the mark of a waistcoat button nicely imprinted on her
left cheek. He saw it, and said with a merry kiss that half effaced it, "This is
my ewe lamb, and I have set my mark on her, so no one can steal her away."
That tickled the boys, and they set up a shout of, "Uncle had a little lamb!"
But Rose hushed the noise by slipping into the circle, and making them dance
prettily like lads and lasses round a May-pole; while Phebe, coming in with
fresh water for the flowers, began to twitter, chirp, and coo, as if all the
birds of the air had come to join in the spring revel of the eight cousins.
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