I must just scrabble my room to rights, for Phebe has got a great deal to do." Rose caught up the rugs and vanished as she spoke, while Dr.Alec went in, saying to himself, with an indulgent smile, "It may upset things a trifle, but half a child's pleasure consists in having their fun when they want it." Never did duster flap more briskly than the one Rose used that day, and never was a room "scrabbled" to rights in such haste as hers.

Tables and chairs flew into their places as if alive; curtains shook as if a gale was blowing; china rattled and small articles tumbled about as if a young earthquake was playing with them.

The boating suit went on in a twinkling, and Rose was off with a hop and a skip, little dreaming how many hours it would be before she saw her pretty room again.
Uncle Alec was putting a large basket into the boat when she arrived, and before they were off Phebe came running down with a queer, knobby bundle done up in a water-proof.
"We can't eat half that luncheon, and I know we shall not need so many wraps.

I wouldn't lumber the boat up so," said Rose, who still had secret scares when on the water.
"Couldn't you make a smaller parcel, Phebe ?" asked Dr.Alec, eyeing the bundle suspiciously.
"No, sir, not in such a hurry," and Phebe laughed as she gave a particularly large knob a good poke.
"Well, it will do for ballast.

Don't forget the note to Mrs.Jessie, I beg of you." "No, sir.