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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

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." 

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