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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


"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 

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