“Leave your clutter in the hall, boys, and sit quietly down if you choose to stop here, for we are busy,” said Aunt Plenty, shaking her finger at the turbulent Clan, who were bubbling over with the jollity born of spring sunshine and healthy exercise.
“Of course, we choose to stay! Wouldn't miss our Saturday high tea for anything,” said the Chief, as he restored order among his men with a nod, a word, and an occasional shake.
“What is up? a court-martial?” asked Charlie, looking at the assembled ladies with affected awe and real curiosity, for these faces betrayed that some interesting business was afloat.
Dr. Alec explained in a few words, which he made as brief and calm as he could; but the effect was exciting, nevertheless, for each of the lads began at once to bribe, entice, and wheedle “our cousin” to choose his home.
“You really ought to come to us for mother's sake, as a relish, you know, for she must be perfectly satiated with boys,” began Archie, using the strongest argument he could think of at the moment.
“Oh, do! we'll never slam, or bounce at you or call you 'fraid cat,' if you only will,” besought Geordie and Will, distorting their countenances in the attempt to smile with overpowering sweetness.
“And I'll always wash my hands 'fore I touch you, and you shall be my dolly, 'cause Pokey's gone away, and I'll love you *hard*,” cried Jamie, clinging to her with his chubby face full of affection.
“Brothers and sister ought to live together; especially when the brother needs some one to make home pleasant for him,” added Charlie, with the wheedlesome tone and look that Rose always found so difficult to resist.
“You had her longest, and it's our turn now; Mac needs her more than you do, Prince, for she's 'the light of his eyes,' he says. Come, Rose, choose us, and I'll never use the musky pomade you hate again as long as I live,” said Steve, with his most killing air, as he offered this noble sacrifice.
Mac peered wistfully over his goggles, saying in an unusually wide-awake and earnest way, --