CHAPTER 18--Fashion and Physiology.
"Please, sir, I guess you'd better step up right away, or it will be too late, for I heard Miss Rose say she knew you wouldn't like it, and she'd never dare to let you see her." Phebe said this as she popped her head into the study, where Dr.Alec sat reading a new book.
"They are at it, are they ?" he said, looking up quickly, and giving himself a shake, as if ready for a battle of some sort.
"Yes, sir, as hard as they can talk, and Miss Rose don't seem to know what to do, for the things are ever so stylish, and she looks elegant in 'em; though I like her best in the old ones," answered Phebe.
"You are a girl of sense.

I'll settle matters for Rosy, and you'll lend a hand.

Is everything ready in her room, and are you sure you understand how they go ?" "Oh, yes, sir; but they are so funny! I know Miss Rose will think it's a joke," and Phebe laughed as if something tickled her immensely.
"Never mind what she thinks so long as she obeys.

Tell her to do it for my sake, and she will find it the best joke she ever saw.

I expect to have a tough time of it, but we'll win yet," said the Doctor, as he marched upstairs with the book in his hand, and an odd smile on his face.
There was such a clatter of tongues in the sewing-room that no one heard his tap at the door, so he pushed it open and took an observation.