Charlie is gone, Archie and Steve are wrapped up in their sweethearts, the boys away, and only Jamie left to 'play with Rose.'?
"But I'll come back, and you'll be glad I went if I bring you my--" began Mac with sudden animation, then stopped abruptly to bite his lips, as if he had nearly said too much.
"Your what ?" asked Rose curiously, for he neither looked nor acted like himself.
"I forgot how long it takes to get a diploma," he said, walking away again.
"There will be one comfort if you go you'll see Phebe and can tell me all about her, for she is so modest, she doesn't half do it.

I shall want to know how she gets on, if she is engaged to sing ballads in the concerts they talk of for next winter.

You will write, won't you ?" "Oh, yes! No doubt of that," and Mac laughed low to himself as he stooped to look at the little Psyche on the mantelpiece.

"What a pretty thing it is!" he added soberly as he took it up.
"Be careful.

Uncle gave it to me last New Year, and I'm very fond of it.
She is just lifting her lamp to see what Cupid is like, for she hasn't seen him yet," said Rose, busy putting her worktable in order.
"You ought to have a Cupid for her to look at.