He pressed it silently and, shouldering the umbrella which he forgot to open, turned away with an "up again and take another" expression, which caused the soft eyes to follow him admiringly.
"I ought not to have kept him a minute longer than I could help, for it wasn't all pity; it was my foolish wish to show off and do as I liked for a minute, to pay for being good about the gown.Oh, me! How weak and silly I am in spite of all my trying!" And Miss Campbell fell into a remorseful reverie, which lasted till she got home.
"Now, young man, what brought you out in this driving storm?" asked Rose as Jamie came stamping in that same afternoon.
"Mama sent you a new book­thought you'd like it.I don't mind your old storms!" replied the boy, wrestling his way out of his coat and presenting a face as round and red and shiny as a well-polished Baldwin apple.
"Much obliged­it is just the day to enjoy it and I was longing for something nice to read," said Rose as Jamie sat down upon the lower stair for a protracted struggle with his rubber boots.
"Here you are, then­no­yes­I do believe I've forgotten it, after all!" cried Jamie, slapping his pockets one after the other with a dismayed expression of countenance.
"Never mind, I'll hunt up something else.Let me help you with those­your hands are so cold." And Rose good-naturedly gave a tug at the boots while Jamie clutched the banisters, murmuring somewhat incoherently as his legs flew up and down: "I'll go back if you want me to.I'm so sorry! It's very good of you, I'm sure.Getting these horrid things on made me forget.Mother would make me wear 'em, though I told her they'd stick like­like gumdrops,"he added, inspired by recollections of certain dire disappointments when the above-mentioned sweetmeat melted in his pockets and refused to come out.
"Now what shall we do?" asked Rose when he was finally extricated."Since I've nothing to read, I may as well play.""I'll teach you to pitch and toss.You catch very well for a girl, but you can't throw worth a cent," replied Jamie, gamboling down the hall in his slippers and producing a ball from some of the mysterious receptacles in which boys have the art of storing rubbish enough to fill a peck measure.
Of course Rose agreed and cheerfully risked getting her eyes blackened and her fingers bruised till her young receptor gratefully observed that "it was no fun playing where you had to look out for windows and jars and things, so I'd like that jolly book about Captain Nemo and the Nautilus , please."Being gratified, he spread himself upon the couch, crossed his legs in the air, and without another word dived Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea , where he remained for two mortal hours, to the general satisfaction of his relatives.
Bereft both of her unexpected playfellow and the much desired book, Rose went into the parlor, there to discover a French novel which Kitty had taken from a library and left in the carriage among the bundles.Settling herself in her favorite lounging chair, she read as diligently as Jamie while the wind howled and snow fell fast without.
For an hour nothing disturbed the cozy quiet of the house for Aunt Plenty was napping upstairs and Dr.Alec writing in his own sanctum; at least Rose thought so, till his step made her hastily drop the book and look up with very much the expression she used to wear when caught in mischief years ago.
"Did I startle you? Have a screen­you are burning your face before this hot fire." And Dr.Alec pulled one forward.
"Thank you, Uncle.I didn't feel it." And the color seemed to deepen in spite of the screen while the uneasy eyes fell upon the book in her lap.
"Have you got the Quarterly there? I want to glance at an article in it if you can spare it for a moment," he said, leaning toward her with an inquiring glance.
"No, sir, I am reading­" And, without mentioning the name, Rose put the book into his hand.
The instant his eye fell on the title he understood the look she wore and knew what "mischief" she had been in.He knit his brows, then smiled, because it was impossible to help it­Rose looked so conscience-stricken in spite of her twenty years.
"How do you find it? Interesting?"
"Oh, very! I felt as if I was in another world and forgot all about this.""Not a very good world, I fancy, if you were afraid or ashamed to be found in it.Where did this come from?" asked Dr.Alec, surveying the book with great disfavor.Rose told him, and added slowly, "I particularly wanted to read it, and fancied I might, because you did when it was so much talked about the winter we were in Rome.""I did read it to see if it was fit for you.""And decided that it was not, I suppose, since you never gave it to me!""Yes."
"Then I won't finish it.But, Uncle, I don't see why I should not,"added Rose wistfully, for she had reached the heart of the romance and found it wonderfully fascinating.
"You may not see , but don't you feel why not?" asked Dr.
Alec gravely.
