"Rose! Rose!" called a shrill voice, rudely breaking the pensive reverie, and with a start she shut the desk exclaiming as she ran to the door,—
"They have come! They have come!"
CHAPTER XXI.
HOW PHEBE EARNED HER WELCOME.
DR. ALEC had not arrived, but bad tidings had, as Rose guessed the instant her eye fell upon Aunt Plenty, hobbling downstairs with her cap awry, her face pale, and a letter flapping wildly in her hand, as she cried distractedly,—
"Oh, my boy! my boy! sick, and I not there to nurse him! Malignant fever, so far away. What can those children do? why did I let Alec go?"
Rose got her into the parlor; and, while the poor old lady lamented, she read the letter which Phebe had sent to her that she might "break the news carefully to Rose."
"Dear Miss Plenty,—Please read this to yourself first, and tell my little mistress as you think best. The dear doctor is very ill; but I am with him, and
