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secret fear that Rose might like to make her home for the next
twelve month with Aunt Jessie, or even Aunt Clara, for Charlie's
sake. He said nothing, but waited with much anxiety for the day
when the matter should be decided; and while he waited he did his
best to finish as far as possible the task he had begun so well.
Rose was very happy now, being out nearly all day enjoying the
beautiful awakening of the world, for spring came bright and early,
as if anxious to do its part. The old horse-chestnuts budded round
her windows, green things sprung up like magic in the garden
under her hands, hardy flowers bloomed as fast as they could, the
birds sang blithely overhead, and every day a chorus of pleasant
voices cried, "Good morning, cousin, isn't it jolly weather?"
No one remembered the date of the eventful conversation which
resulted in the Doctor's experiment (no one but himself at least);
so when the aunts were invited to tea one Saturday they came quite
unsuspiciously, and were all sitting together having a social chat,
when Brother Alec entered with two photographs in his hand.
"Do you remember that?" he said, showing one to Aunt Clara, who
happened to be nearest.
"Yes, indeed; it is very like her when she came. Quite her sad,
unchildlike expression, and thin little face, with the big dark eyes."
The picture was passed round, and all agreed that "it was very like
Rose a year ago." This point being settled, the Doctor showed the
second picture, which was received with great approbation, and
pronounced a "charming likeness."
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