“That's exactly what I'm trying to do, ma'am, and rather a hard job I find it,” he added, as he shut the door, for the dear aunts were dreadfully in his way sometimes.
Half an hour later came another interruption in the shape of Mac, who announced his arrival by the brief but elegant remark,
“Hullo! what new game is this?”
Rose explained, Mac gave a long whistle of surprise, and then took a promenade round the skeleton, observing gravely,
“Brother Bones looks very jolly, but I can't say much for his beauty.”
“You mustn't make fun of him, for he's a good old fellow, and you'd be just as ugly if your flesh was off,” said Rose, defending her new friend with warmth.
“I dare say, so I'll keep my flesh on, thank you. You are so busy you can't read to a fellow, I suppose?” asked Mac, whose eyes were better, but still too weak for books.
“Don't you want to come and join my class? Uncle explains it all to us, and you can take a look at the plates as they come along. We'll give up bones today and have eyes instead; that will be more interesting to you,” added Rose, seeing no ardent thirst for physiological information in his face.
“Rose, we must not fly about from one thing to another in this way,” began Dr. Alec, but she whispered quickly, with a nod towards Mac, whose goggles were turned wistfully in the direction of the forbidden books,
“He's blue to-day, and we must amuse him; give a little lecture on eyes, and it will do him good. No matter about me, uncle.”