Chapter 6 - Uncle Alec‘s Room
Soon after dinner， and before she had got acquainted with half her new possessions， Dr. Alec proposed a drive， to carry round the first instalment of gifts to the aunts and cousins. Rose was quite ready to go， being anxious to try a certain soft burnous from the box， which not only possessed a most engaging little hood， but had funny tassels bobbing in all directions.
The big carriage was full of parcels， and even Ben‘s seat was loaded with Indian war clubs， a Chinese kite of immense size， and a pair of polished ox-horns from Africa. Uncle Alec， very blue as to his clothes， and very brown as to his face， sat bolt upright， surveying well known places with interest， while Rose， feeling unusually elegant and comfortable， leaned back folded in her soft mantle， and played she was an Eastern princess making a royal progress among her subjects.
At three of the places their calls were brief， for Aunt Myra‘s catarrh was unusually bad； Aunt Clara had a room full of company； and Aunt Jane showed such a tendency to discuss the population， productions， and politics of Europe， Asia and Africa， that even Dr. Alec was dismayed， and got away as soon as possible.
“Now we will have a good time！ I do hope the boys will be at home，” said Rose， with a sigh of relief， as they wound yet higher up the hill to Aunt Jessie‘s.
“I left this for the last call， so that we might find the lads just in from school. Yes， there is Jamie on the gate watching for us； now you‘ll see the Clan gather； they are always swarming about together.”
The instant Jamie saw the approaching guests he gave a shrill whistle， which was answered by echoes from meadow， house and barn， as the cousins came running from all directions， shouting， “Hooray for Uncle Alec！” They went at the carriage like highwaymen， robbed it of every parcel， took the occupants prisoners， and marched them into the house with great exultation.
“Little Mum！ little Mum！ here they are with lots of goodies！ Come down and see the fun right away！ Quick！” bawled Will and Geordie amidst a general ripping off of papers and a reckless cutting of strings that soon turned the tidy room into a chaos.
Down came Aunt Jessie with her pretty cap half on， but such a beaming face below it that one rather thought the fly-away head-gear an improvement than otherwise. She had hardly time to greet Rose and the doctor before the boys were about her， each clamouring for her to see his gift and rejoice over it with him， for “little Mum” went halves in everything. The great horns skirmished about her as if to toss her to the ceiling； the war clubs hurtled over her head as if to annihilate her； an amazing medley from the four quarters of the globe filled her lap， and seven excited boys all talked to her at once.
But she liked it； oh dear， yes！ and sat smiling， admiring， and explaining， quite untroubled by the din， which made Rose cover up her ears and Dr. Alec threaten instant flight if the riot was not quelled. That threat produced a lull， and while the uncle received thanks in one corner， the aunt had some little confidences made to her in the other.
“Well， dear， and how are things going with you now？ Better， I hope， than they were a week ago.”
“Aunt Jessie， I think I‘m going to be very happy， now uncle has come. He does the queerest things， but he is so good to me I can’t help loving him”； and， nestling closer to little Mum， Rose told all that had happened， ending with a rapturous account of the splendid box.
“I am very glad， dear. But， Rose， I must warn you of one thing； don‘t let uncle spoil you.”
“But I like to be spoilt， auntie.”
“I don‘t doubt it； but if you turn out badly when the year is over he will be blamed， and his experiment prove a failure. That would be a pity， wouldn’t it？ when he wants to do so much for you， and can do it if his kind heart does not get in the way of his good judgment.”
“I never thought of that， and I‘ll try not to be spoilt. But how can I help it？” asked Rose anxiously.
“By not complaining of the wholesome things he wants you to do； by giving him cheerful obedience as well as love； and even making some small sacrifices for his sake.”
“I will， I truly will！ and when I get in a worry about things may I come to you？ Uncle told me to， and I feel as if I shouldn‘t be afraid.”
“You may， darling； this is the place where little troubles are best cured， and this is what mothers are for， I fancy”； and Aunt Jessie drew the curly head to her shoulder with a tender look that proved how well she knew what medicine the child most needed.
It was so sweet and comfortable that Rose sat still enjoying it till a little voice said—
“Mamma， don‘t you think Pokey would like some of my shells？ Rose gave Phebe some of her nice things， and it was very good of her. Can I？”
“Who is Pokey？” asked Rose， popping up her head， attracted by the odd name.
“My dolly； do you want to see her？” asked Jamie， who had been much impressed by the tale of adoption he had overheard.
“Yes； I‘m fond of dollies， only don’t tell the boys， or they will laugh at me.”
“They don‘t laugh at me， and they play with my dolly a great deal； but she likes me best”； and Jamie ran away to produce his pet.
“I brought my old doll， but I keep her hidden because I am too big to play with her， and yet I can‘t bear to throw her away， I’m so fond of her，” said Rose， continuing her confidences in a whisper.
“You can come and play with Jamie‘s whenever you like， for we believe in dollies up here，” began Aunt Jessie， smiling to herself as if something amused her.
Just then Jamie came back， and Rose understood the smile， for his dolly proved to be a pretty four-year-old little girl， who trotted in as fast as her fat legs would carry her， and making straight for the shells， scrambled up an armful， saying， with a laugh that showed her little white teeth—
“All for Dimmy and me， for Dimmy and me！”
“That‘s my dolly； isn’t she a nice one？” asked Jamie， proudly surveying his pet with his hands behind him and his short legs rather far apart—a manly attitude copied from his brothers.
“She is a dear dolly. But why call her Pokey？” asked Rose， charmed with the new plaything.
“She is such an inquisitive little body she is always poking that mite of a nose into everything； and as Paul Pry did not suit， the boys fell to calling her Pokey. Not a pretty name， but very expressive.”
It certainly was， for， having examined the shells， the busy tot laid hold of everything she could find， and continued her researches till Archie caught her sucking his carved ivory chessmen to see if they were not barley sugar. Rice paper pictures were also discovered crumpled up in her tiny pocket， and she nearly smashed Will‘s ostrich egg by trying to sit upon it.
“Here， Jim， take her away； she‘s worse than the puppies， and we can’t have her round，” commanded the elder brother， picking her up and handing her over to the little fellow， who received her with open arms and the warning remark—
“You‘d better mind what you do， for I’m going to ‘dopt Pokey like Rose did Phebe， and then you’ll have to be very good to her， you big fellows.”
“‘Dopt away， baby， and I’ll give you a cage to keep her in， or you won‘t have her long， for she is getting worse than a monkey”； and Archie went back to his mates， while Aunt Jessie， foreseeing a crisis， proposed that Jamie should take his dolly home， as she was borrowed， and it was time her visit ended.
“My dolly is better than yours， isn‘t she？ ’cause she can walk and talk and sing and dance， and yours can‘t do anything， can she？” asked Jamie with pride， as he regarded his Pokey， who just then had been moved to execute a funny little jig and warble the well-known couplet—
“‘Puss-tat， puss-tat， where you been？’‘I been Lunnin， to saw a Tween.”’After which superb display she retired， escorted by Jamie， both making a fearful din blowing on conch shells.
“We must tear ourselves away， Rose， because I want to get you home before sunset. Will you come for a drive， Jessie？” said Dr. Alec， as the music died away in the distance.
“No， thank you； but I see the boys want a scamper， so， if you don‘t mind， they may escort you home， but not go in. That is only allowed on holidays.”
The words were hardly out of Aunt Jessie‘s mouth when Archie said， in a tone of command—
“Pass the word， lads. Boot and saddle， and be quick about it.”
“All right！” And in a moment not a vestige of boy remained but the litter on the floor.
The cavalcade went down the hill at a pace that made Rose cling to her uncle‘s arm， for the fat old horses got excited by the antics of the ponies careering all about them， and went as fast as they could pelt， with the gay dog-cart rattling in front， for Archie and Charlie scorned shelties since this magnificent equipage had been set up. Ben enjoyed the fun， and the lads cut up capers till Rose declared that “circus” was the proper name for them after all.
When they reached the house they dismounted， and stood， three on each side the steps， in martial attitudes， while her ladyship was handed out with great elegance by Uncle Alec. Then the Clan saluted， mounted at word of command， and with a wild whoop tore down the avenue in what they considered the true Arab style.
“That was splendid， now it is safely ended，” said Rose， skipping up the steps with her head over her shoulder to watch the dear tassels bob about.
“I shall get you a pony as soon as you are a little stronger，” said Dr. Alec， watching her with a smile.
“Oh， I couldn‘t ride one of those horrid， frisky little beasts！ They roll their eyes and bounce about so， I should die of fright，” cried Rose， clasping her hands tragically.
“Are you a coward？”
“About horses I am.”
“Never mind， then； come and see my new room”； and he led the way upstairs without another word.
As Rose followed she remembered her promise to Aunt Jessie， and was sorry she had objected so decidedly. She was a great deal more sorry five minutes later， and well she might be.
“Now， take a good look， and tell me what you think of it，” said Dr. Alec， opening the door and letting her enter before him， while Phebe was seen whisking down the backstairs with a dust-pan.
Rose walked to the middle of the room， stood still， and gazed about her with eyes that brightened as they looked， for all was changed.
This chamber had been built out over the library to suit some fancy， and had been unused for years， except at Christmas times， when the old house overflowed. It had three windows—one to the east， that overlooked the bay； one to the south， where the horse-chestnuts waved their green fans； and one to the west， towards the hill and the evening sky. A ruddy sunset burned there now， filling the room with an enchanted glow； the soft murmur of the sea was heard， and a robin chirped “Good-night！” among the budding trees.
Rose saw and heard these things first， and felt their beauty with a child‘s quick instinct； then her eye took in the altered aspect of the room， once so shrouded， still and solitary， now so full of light and warmth and simple luxury.
India matting covered the floor， with a gay rug here and there； the antique andirons shone on the wide hearth， where a cheery blaze dispelled the dampness of the long-closed room. Bamboo lounges and chairs stood about， and quaint little tables in cosy corners； one bearing a pretty basket， one a desk， and on a third lay several familiar-looking books. In a recess stood a narrow white bed， with a lovely Madonna hanging over it. The Japanese screen half-folded back showed a delicate toilet service of blue and white set forth on a marble slab， and near by was the great bath-pan， with Turkish towels and a sponge as big as Rose‘s head.
“Uncle must love cold water like a duck，” she thought， with a shiver.
Then her eye went on to the tall cabinet， where a half-open door revealed a tempting array of the drawers， shelves and “cubby holes，” which so delight the hearts of children.
“What a grand place for my new things，” she thought， wondering what her uncle kept in that cedar retreat.
“Oh me， what a sweet toilet table！” was her next mental exclamation， as she approached this inviting spot.
A round old-fashioned mirror hung over it， with a gilt eagle a-top， holding in his beak the knot of blue ribbon that tied up a curtain of muslin falling on either side of the table， where appeared little ivory-handled brushes， two slender silver candle-sticks， a porcelain match-box， several pretty trays for small matters， and， most imposing of all， a plump blue silk cushion， coquettishly trimmed with lace， and pink rose-buds at the corners.
That cushion rather astonished Rose； in fact， the whole table did， and she was just thinking， with a sly smile—
“Uncle is a dandy， but I never should have guessed it，” when he opened the door of a large closet， saying， with a careless wave of the hand—
“Men like plenty of room for their rattle-traps； don‘t you think that ought to satisfy me？”
Rose peeped in and gave a start， though all she saw was what one usually finds in closets—clothes and boots， boxes and bags. Ah！ but you see these clothes were small black and white frocks； the row of little boots that stood below had never been on Dr. Alec‘s feet； the green bandbox had a gray veil straying out of it， and—yes！ the bag hanging on the door was certainly her own piece-bag， with a hole in one corner. She gave a quick look round the room and understood now why it had seemed too dainty for a man， why her Testament and Prayer Book were on the table by the bed， and what those rose-buds meant on the blue cushion. It came upon her in one delicious burst that this little paradise was all for her， and， not knowing how else to express her gratitude， she caught Dr. Alec round the neck， saying impetuously—
“O uncle， you are too good to me！ I‘ll do anything you ask me； ride wild horses and take freezing baths and eat bad-tasting messes， and let my clothes hang on me， to show how much I thank you for this dear， sweet， lovely room！”
“You like it， then？ But why do you think it is yours， my lass？” asked Dr. Alec， as he sat down looking well pleased， and drew his excited little niece to his knee.
“I don‘t think， I know it is for me； I see it in your face， and I feel as if I didn’t half deserve it. Aunt Jessie said you would spoil me， and I must not let you. I‘m afraid this looks like it， and perhaps—oh me！—perhaps I ought not to have this beautiful room after all！” and Rose tried to look as if she could be heroic enough to give it up if it was best.
“I owe Mrs. Jessie one for that，” said Dr. Alec， trying to frown， though in his secret soul he felt that she was quite right. Then he smiled that cordial smile， which was like sunshine on his brown face， as he said—
“This is part of the cure， Rose， and I put you here that you might take my three great remedies in the best and easiest way. Plenty of sun， fresh air， and cold water； also cheerful surroundings， and some work； for Phebe is to show you how to take care of this room， and be your little maid as well as friend and teacher. Does that sound hard and disagreeable to you， dear？”
“No， sir； very， very pleasant， and I‘ll do my best to be a good patient. But I really don’t think anyone could be sick in this delightful room，” she said， with a long sigh of happiness as her eye went from one pleasant object to another.
“Then you like my sort of medicine better than Aunt Myra‘s， and don’t want to throw it out of the window， hey？”