Main  Contacts  
Table of contents
Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Breakers Ahead
New Year's Calls
The Sad and Sober Part
Small Temptations
At Kitty's Ball
Both Sides
Aunt Clara's Plan
Alas for Charlie!
Good Works
Among the Haycocks
Which Was It?
Behind the Fountain
What Mac Did
How Phebe Earned Her Welcome
Short and Sweet


Mac laid the bundle in her arms, and Rose began to cuddle it in the 

fond, foolish way women have a most comfortable and effective 

way, nevertheless and baby evidently felt that things were 

changing for the better when warm lips touched her cheeks, a soft 

hand smoothed her tumbled hair, and a womanly face bent over 

her with the inarticulate cooings and purrings mothers make. The 

frightened eyes went up to this gentle countenance and rested there 

as if reassured; the little claw crept to the girl's neck, and poor 

baby nestled to her with a long sigh and a plaintive murmur of 

"Marmar, marmar" that certainly would have touched a stony 



"Now, go on. No, Rosa, not you," said the new nurse as the 

intelligent animal looked around to see if things were all right 

before she proceeded. 


"I took the child home to mother, not knowing what else to do, but 

she wouldn't have it at any price, even for a night. She doesn't like 

children, you know, and Father has joked so much about 'the 

Pointers' that she is quite rampant at the mere idea of a child in the 

house. She told me to take it to the Rose Garden. I said it was 

running over now, and no room even for a mite like this. 'Go to the 

Hospital,' says she. 'Baby isn't ill, ma'am,' says I. 'Orphan Asylum,' 

says she. 'Not an orphan got a father who can't take care of her,' 

says I. 'Take her to the Foundling place, or Mrs. Gardener, or 

someone whose business it is. I will not have the creature here, 

sick and dirty and noisy. Carry it back, and ask Rose to tell you 

what to do with it.' So my cruel parent cast me forth but relented as 

I shouldered baby, gave me a shawl to put her in, a jumble to feed 

her with, and money to pay her board in some good place. 

Mother's bark is always worse than her bite, you know." 


"And you were trying to think of the 'good place' as you sat here?" 

asked Rose, looking down at him with great approval as he stood 

patting Rosa's glossy neck. 


"Exactly. I didn't want to trouble you, for you have your house full 

already, and I really couldn't lay my hand on any good soul who 

would be bothered with this little forlornity. She has nothing to 

recommend her, you see not pretty; feeble; shy as a mouse; no end 

Page 6 from 10:  Back   1   2   3   4   5  [6]  7   8   9   10   Forward