"Yes, sir, plenty right in from the barn."

"That's the drink for my patient. Go bring me a pitcherful, and
another cup; I want a draught myself. This won't hurt the
honeysuckles, for they have no nerves to speak of." And, to Rose's
great discomfort, the coffee went after the medicine.

Dr. Alec saw the injured look she put on, but took no notice, and
presently banished it by saying pleasantly

"I've got a capital little cup among my traps, and I'll give it to you
to drink your milk in, as it is made of wood that is supposed to
improve whatever is put into it something like a quassia cup. That
reminds me; one of the boxes Phebe wanted to lug upstairs last
night is for you. Knowing that I was coming home to find a
ready-made daughter, I picked up all sorts of odd and pretty trifles
along the way, hoping she would be able to find something she
liked among them all. Early to-morrow we'll have a grand
rummage. Here's our milk! I propose the health of Miss Rose
Campbell and drink it with all my heart."

It was impossible for Rose to pout with the prospect of a delightful
boxful of gifts dancing before her eyes; so, in spite of herself, she
smiled as she drank her own health, and found that fresh milk was
not a hard dose to take.

"Now I must be off, before I am caught again with my wig in a
toss," said Dr. Alec, preparing to descend the way he came.

"Do you always go in and out like a cat, uncle?" asked Rose, much