Main  Contacts  
Table of contents
Two Girls
The Clan
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
Bread and Button-Holes
Good Bargains
Fashion and Physiology
Brother Bones
Under The Mistletoe
A Scare
Something to do

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 



"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 

Page 7 from 10:  Back   1   2   3   4   5   6  [7]  8   9   10   Forward