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13. Cosey Corner
Vacation was over, the boys went back to school, and poor Mac was left lamenting. He
was out of the darkened room now, and promoted to blue goggles, through which he
took a gloomy view of life, as might have been expected; for there was nothing he could
do but wander about, and try to amuse himself without using his eyes. Anyone who has
ever been condemned to that sort of idleness knows how irksome it is, and can
understand the state of mind which caused Mac to say to Rose in a desperate tone one
"Look here, if you don't invent some new employment or amusement for me, I shall
knock myself on the head as sure as you live."
Rose flew to Uncle Alec for advice, and he ordered both patient and nurse to the
mountains for a month, with Aunt Jessie and Jamie as escort. Pokey and her mother
joined the party, and one bright September morning six very happy-looking people were
aboard the express train for Portland two smiling mammas, laden with luncheon baskets
and wraps; a pretty young girl with a bag of books on her arm; a tall thin lad with his hat
over his eyes; and two small children, who sat with their short legs straight out before
them, and their chubby faces beaming with the first speechless delight of "truly
An especially splendid sunset seemed to have been prepared to welcome them when,
after a long day's journey, they drove into a wide, green door-yard, where a white colt, a
red cow, two cats, four kittens, many hens, and a dozen people, old and young, were
gaily disporting themselves. Everyone nodded and smiled in the friendliest manner, and
a lively old lady kissed the new-comers all round, as she said heartily
"Well, now, I'm proper glad to see you! Come right in and rest, and we'll have tea in less
than no time, for you must be tired. Lizzie, you show the folks upstairs; Kitty, you fly
round and help father in with the trunks; and Jenny and I will have the table all ready by
the time you come down. Bless the dears, they want to go see the pussies, and so they
The three pretty daughters did "fly round," and everyone felt at home at once, all were
so hospitable and kind. Aunt Jessie had raptures over the home-made carpets, quilts
and quaint furniture; Rose could not keep away from the windows, for each framed a
lovely picture; and the little folks made friends at once with the other children, who filled
their arms with chickens and kittens, and did the honours handsomely.
The toot of a horn called all to supper, and a goodly party, including six children besides
the Camp-bells, assembled in the long dining-room, armed with mountain appetites and
the gayest spirits. It was impossible for anyone to be shy or sober, for such gales of
merriment arose they blew the starch out of the stiffest, and made the saddest jolly.