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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

corset-maker, and I won't have her interfered with. My dear Clara, 

have you lost your senses that you can for a moment dream of 

putting a growing girl into an instrument of torture like this?" and 

with a sudden gesture he plucked forth the offending corsets from 

under the sofa cushion, and held them out with the expression one 

would wear on beholding the thumbscrews or the rack of ancient 



"Don't be absurd, Alec. There is no torture about it, for tight lacing 

is out of fashion, and we have nice, sensible things nowadays. 

Everyone wears them; even babies have stiffened waists to support 

their weak little backs," began Mrs. Clara, rushing to the defence 

of the pet delusion of most women. 


"I know it, and so the poor little souls have weak backs all their 

days, as their mothers had before them. It is vain to argue the 

matter, and I won't try, but I wish to state, once for all, that if I ever 

see a pair of corsets near Rose, I'll put them in the fire, and you 

may send the bill to me." 


As he spoke the corsets were on their way to destruction, but Mrs. 

Jessie caught his arm, exclaiming merrily, "Don't burn them, for 

mercy sake, Alec; they are full of whalebones, and will make a 

dreadful odour. Give them to me. I'll see that they do no harm." 


"Whalebones, indeed! A regular fence of them, and metal 

gate-posts in front. As if our own bones were not enough, if we'd 

give them a chance to do their duty," growled the Doctor, yielding 

up the bone of contention with a last shake of contempt. Then his 

face cleared suddenly, and he held up his finger, saying, with a 

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