Now taste it, and tell me if it is good as well as handsome." "Must I cut it?
Can't I put it under a glass cover and keep it in the parlor as they do wax flowers and fine works of that sort ?" "What an idea, uncle! It would mould and be spoilt.

Besides, people would laugh at us, and make fun of my old-fashioned accomplishment.

You promised to eat it, and you must; not all at once, but as soon as you can, so I can make you some more." Dr.Alec solemnly cut off his favourite crusty slice, and solemnly ate it; then wiped his lips, and brushing back Rose's hair, solemnly kissed her on the forehead, saying, heartily, "My dear, it is perfect bread, and you are an honour to your teacher.
When we have our model school I shall offer a prize for the best bread, and you will get it." "I've got it already, and I'm quite satisfied," said Rose, slipping into her seat, and trying to hide her right hand which had a burn on it.
But Dr.Alec saw it, guessed how it came there, and after tea insisted on easing the pain which she would hardly confess.
"Aunt Clara says I am spoiling my hands, but I don't care, for I've had such good times with Aunt Plenty, and I think she has enjoyed it as much as I have.

Only one thing troubles me, uncle, and I want to ask you about it," said Rose, as they paced up and down the hall in the twilight, the bandaged hand very carefully laid on Dr.Alec's arm.
"More little confidences?
I like them immensely, so tell away, my dear." "Well, you see I feel as if Aunt Peace would like to do something for me, and I've found out what it can be.

You know she can't go about like Aunty Plen, and we are so busy nowadays that she is rather lonely, I'm afraid.