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Two Girls
The Clan
Uncles
Aunts
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
Ear-Rings
Bread and Button-Holes
Good Bargains
Fashion and Physiology
Brother Bones
Under The Mistletoe
A Scare
Something to do
Peace-Making
Which?

with the entire race of boys at that moment. 

 

"I'll give it to him, make your mind easy about that," said Charlie, 

with an ominous doubling up of his fist. "But Rose isn't 

dangerously ill, is she?" he added anxiously, as Aunt Plenty was 

seen to trot across the upper hall, shaking a bottle violently as she 

went. 

 

"Oh, but she is though. The Doctor don't say much, but he don't 

call it a 'chill' any more. It's 'pleurisy' now, and I'm so afraid it will 

be pewmonia to-morrow," answered Phebe, with a despairing 

glance at the plaster. 

 

Charlie exploded into a stifled laugh at the new pronunciation of 

pneumonia, to Phebe's great indignation. 

 

"How can you have the heart to do it, and she in such horrid pain? 

Hark to that, and then laugh if you darst," she said with a tragic 

gesture, and her black eyes full of fire. 

 

Charlie listened and heard little moans that went to his heart and 

made his face as sober as Phebe's. "O uncle, please stop the pain, 

and let me rest a minute! Don't tell the boys I wasn't brave. I try to 

bear it, but it's so sharp I can't help crying." 

 

Neither could Charlie, when he heard the broken voice say that; 

but, boy-like, he wouldn't own it, and said pettishly, as he rubbed 

his sleeve across his eyes 

 

"Don't hold that confounded thing right under my nose; the 

mustard makes my eyes smart." 

 

"Don't see how it can, when it hasn't any more strength in it than 

meal. The Doctor said so, and I'm going to get some better," began 

Phebe, not a bit ashamed of the great tears that were bedewing the 

condemned plaster. 

 

"I'll go!" and Charlie was off like a shot, glad of an excuse to get 


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