I wonder uncle did not have her come . '' `` I believe he tried to , but Dolly was as cross as two sticks , and said she could n't spare her . I 'm sorry , for we all like the Phebe bird , and she 'd chirp like a good one out here , would n't she ? '' `` She ought to have a holiday like the rest of us . It 's too bad to leave her out . '' This thought came back to Rose several times that evening , for Phebe would have added much to the little concert they had in the moonlight , would have enjoyed the stories told , been quick at guessing the conundrums , and laughed with all her heart at the fun . The merry going to bed would have been the best of all , for Rose wanted someone to cuddle under the blue blanket with her , there to whisper and giggle and tell secrets , as girls delight to do . Long after the rest were asleep , Rose lay wide awake , excited by the novelty of all about her , and a thought that had come into her mind . Far away she heard a city clock strike twelve ; a large star like a mild eye peeped in at the opening of the tent , and the soft plash of the waves seemed calling her to come out . Aunt Jessie lay fast asleep , with Jamie rolled up like a kitten at her feet , and neither stirred as Rose in her wrapper crept out to see how the world looked at midnight . She found it very lovely , and sat down on a cracker keg to enjoy it with a heart full of the innocent sentiment of her years . Fortunately , Dr. Alec saw her before she had time to catch cold , for coming out to tie back the door-flap of his tent for more air , he beheld the small figure perched in the moonlight . Having no fear of ghosts , he quietly approached , and , seeing that she was wide awake , said , with a hand on her shining hair , `` What is my girl doing here ? '' `` Having a good time , '' answered Rose , not at all startled . `` I wonder what she was thinking about with such a sober look . '' `` The story you told of the brave sailor who gave up his place on the raft to the woman , and the last drop of water to the poor baby . People who make sacrifices are very much loved and admired , are n't they ? '' she asked , earnestly . `` If the sacrifice is a true one . But many of the bravest never are known , and get no praise .
That does not lessen their beauty , though perhaps it makes them harder , for we all like sympathy , '' and Dr. XXXXX sighed a patient sort of sigh .
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