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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


Then he went away to talk quite cheerfully to Aunt Peace about its 

being "only a chill"; after which he tramped up and down the hall, 

pulling his beard and knitting his brows, sure signs of great inward 



"I thought it would be too good luck to get through the year 

without a downfall. Confound my perversity! Why couldn't I take 

Myra's advice and keep Rose at home. It's not fair that the poor 

child should suffer for my sinful over-confidence. She shall not 

suffer for it! Pneumonia, indeed! I defy it," and he shook his fist in 

the ugly face of an Indian idol that happened to be before him, as 

if that particularly hideous god had some spite against his own 

little goddess. 


In spite of his defiance his heart sunk when he saw Rose again, for 

the pain was worse, and the bath and blankets, the warming-pan 

and piping-hot sage tea, were all in vain. For several hours there 

was no rest for the poor child, and all manner of gloomy 

forebodings haunted the minds of those who hovered about her 

with faces full of the tenderest anxiety. 


In the midst of the worst paroxysm Charlie came to leave a 

message from his mother, and was met by Phebe coming 

despondently downstairs with a mustard plaster that had brought 

no relief. 


"What the dickens is the matter? You look as dismal as a 

tombstone," he said, as she held up her hand to stop his lively 



"Miss Rose is dreadful sick." 


"The deuce she is!" 


"Don't swear, Mr. Charlie; she really is, and it's Mr. Mac's fault," 

and Phebe told the sad tale in a few sharp words, for she felt at war 

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