Alec's bosom, with the mark of a waistcoat
button nicely imprinted on her left cheek. He saw it, and said with
a merry kiss that half effaced it, "This is my ewe lamb, and I have
set my mark on her, so no one can steal her away."
That tickled the boys, and they set up a shout of
"Uncle had a little lamb!"
But Rose hushed the noise by slipping into the circle, and making
them dance prettily like lads and lasses round a May-pole; while
Phebe, coming in with fresh water for the flowers, began to twitter,
chirp, and coo, as if all the birds of the air had come to join in the
spring revel of the eight cousins.
For the sequel, see "The Rose in Bloom."
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