"Don't take any notice of me, for I don't deserve it.I only came to see that you were safe, Cousin, and then go hang myself, as Steve advised,"he began in a remorseful tone that would have been very effective if he had not been obliged to catch his breath with a comical gasp now and then.
"I never thought you would be the one to desert me," said Rose with a reproachful look, thinking it best not to relent too soon, though she was quite ready to do it when she saw how sincerely distressed he was.
"It was that confounded man! He was a regular walking encyclopedia, and, finding I could get a good deal out of him, I went in for general information, as the time was short.You know I always forget everything else when I get hold of such a fellow.""That is evident.I wonder how you came to remember me at all," answered Rose, on the brink of a laugh­it was so absurd.
"I didn't till Steve said something that reminded me­then it burst upon me, in one awful shock, that I'd gone and left you, and you might have knocked me down with a feather," said honest Mac, hiding none of his iniquity.
"What did you do then?"
"Do! I went off like a shot and never stopped till I reached the Hopes'­""You didn't walk all the way?" cried Rose.
"Bless you, no­I ran.But you were gone with Mrs.Bliss, so I pelted back again to see with my own eyes that you were safe at home," answered Mac with a sigh of relief, wiping his hot forehead.
"But it is three miles at least each way, and twelve o'clock, and dark and cold.Oh, Mac! How could you!" exclaimed Rose, suddenly realizing what he had done as she heard his labored breathing, saw the state of the thin boots, and detected the absence of an overcoat.
"Couldn't do less, could I?" asked Mac, leaning up against the door and trying not to pant.
"There was no need of half killing yourself for such a trifle.You might have known I could take care of myself for once, at least, with so many friends about.Sit down this minute.Bring another cup, please, Phebe­this boy isn't going home till he is rested and refreshed after such a run as that," commanded Rose.
"Don't be good to me­I'd rather take a scolding than a chair, and drink hemlock instead of chocolate if you happen to have any ready," answered Mac with a pathetic puff as he subsided onto the sofa and meekly took the draft Phebe brought him.
"If you had anything the matter with your heart, sir, a race of this sort might be the death of you­so never do it again," said Rose, offering her fan to cool his heated countenance.
"Haven't got any heart."
"Yes, you have, for I hear it beating like a trip-hammer, and it is my fault­I ought to have stopped as we went by and told you I was all right.""It's the mortification, not the miles, that upsets me.I often take that run for exercise and think nothing of it­but tonight I was so mad I made extra-good time, I fancy.Now don't you worry, but compose your mind and 'sip your dish of tea,' as Evelina says," answered Mac, artfully turning the conversation from himself.
"What do you know about Evelina ?"
asked Rose in great surprise.
"All about her.Do you suppose I never read a novel?""I thought you read nothing but Greek and Latin, with an occasional glance at Websky's pseudophites and the monoclinics of Johanngeorgenstadt."Mac opened his eyes wide at this reply, then seemed to see the joke and joined in the laugh with such heartiness that Aunt Plenty's voice was heard demanding from above with sleepy anxiety: " Is the house afire?""No, ma'am, everything is safe, and I'm only saying good night," answered Mac, diving for his cap.
"Then go at once and let that child have her sleep," added the old lady, retiring to her bed.
Rose ran into the hall, and catching up her uncle's fur coat, met Mac as he came out of the study, absently looking about for his own.
"You haven't any, you benighted boy! So take this, and have your wits about you next time or I won't let you off so easily," she said, holding up the heavy garment and peeping over it, with no sign of displeasure in her laughing eyes.
"Next time! Then you do forgive me? You will try me again, and give me a chance to prove that I'm not a fool?" cried Mac, embracing the big coat with emotion.
"Of course I will, and, so far from thinking you a fool, I was much impressed with your learning tonight and told Steve that we ought to be proud of our philosopher.""Learning be hanged! I'll show you that I'm not a bookworm but as much a man as any of them, and then you may be proud or not, as you like!" cried Mac with a defiant nod that caused the glasses to leap wildly off his nose as he caught up his hat and departed as he came.
A day or two later Rose went to call upon Aunt Jane, as she dutifully did once or twice a week.On her way upstairs she heard a singular sound in the drawing room and involuntarily stopped to listen.
"One, two, three, slide! One, two, three, turn! Now, then, come on!"said one voice impatiently.
"It's very easy to say 'come on,' but what the dickens do I do with my left leg while I'm turning and sliding with my right?" demanded another voice in a breathless and mournful tone.
Then the whistling and thumping went on more vigorously than before, and Rose, recognizing the voices, peeped through the half-open door to behold a sight which made her shake with suppressed laughter.Steve, with a red tablecloth tied around his waist, languished upon Mac's shoulder, dancing in perfect time to the air he whistled, for Dandy was proficient in the graceful art and plumed himself upon his skill.Mac, with a flushed face and dizzy eye, clutched his brother by the small of his back, vainly endeavoring to steer him down the long room without entangling his own legs in the tablecloth, treading on his partner's toes, or colliding with the furniture.It was very droll, and Rose enjoyed the spectacle till Mac, in a frantic attempt to swing around, dashed himself against the wall and landed Steve upon the floor.Then it was impossible to restrain her laughter any longer and she walked in upon them, saying merrily: "It was splendid!
