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Two Girls
The Clan
Uncles
Aunts
A Belt and a Box
Uncle Alec's Room
A Trip to China
And what came of it
Phebe's Secret
Rose's Sacrifice
Poor Mac
"The Other Fellows"
Cosey Corner
A Happy Birthday
Ear-Rings
Bread and Button-Holes
Good Bargains
Fashion and Physiology
Brother Bones
Under The Mistletoe
A Scare
Something to do
Peace-Making
Which?

 

"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 


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