And from what I see, I should say he knew how to do it," added Archie, finding it very delightful to gossip about love affairs with his sweetheart.
"Dear little mistress! How does she behave ?" asked Phebe, longing for news, but too grateful to ask at headquarters, remembering how generously Rose had tried to help her, even by silence, the greatest sacrifice a woman can make at such interesting periods.
"Very sweet and shy and charming.

I try not to watch but upon my word I cannot help it sometimes, she is so 'cunning,' as you girls say.

When I carry her a letter from Mac she tries so hard not to show how glad she is that I want to laugh and tell her I know all about it.

But I look as sober as a judge and as stupid as an owl by daylight, and she enjoys her letters in peace and thinks I'm so absorbed in my own passion that I'm blind to hers." "But why did Mac come away?
He says lectures brought him, and he goes, but I am sure something else is in his mind, he looks so happy at times.
I don't see him very often, but when I do I'm conscious that he isn't the Mac I left a year ago," said Phebe, leading Archie away, for inexorable propriety forbade a longer stay, even if prudence and duty had not given her a reminding nudge, as it was very cold, and afternoon church came in an hour.
"Well, you see Mac was always peculiar, and he cannot even grow up like other fellows.

I don't understand him yet, and am sure he's got some plan in his head that no one suspects, unless it is Uncle Alec.