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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


"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. 

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