Do you drink all this strong coffee every morning , Rose ? '' `` Yes , sir , and I like it . Auntie says it ` tones ' me up , and I always feel better after it . '' `` This accounts for the sleepless nights , the flutter your heart gets into at the least start , and this is why that cheek of yours is pale yellow instead of rosy red . No more coffee for you , my dear , and by and by you 'll see that I am right . Any new milk downstairs , Phebe ? '' `` Yes , sir , plenty right in from the barn . '' `` That 's the drink for my patient . Go bring me a pitcherful , and another cup ; I want a draught myself . This wo n't hurt the honeysuckles , for they have no nerves to speak of . '' And , to Rose 's great discomfort , the coffee went after the medicine . Dr. Alec saw the injured look she put on , but took no notice , and presently banished it by saying pleasantly , `` I 've got a capital little cup among my traps , and I 'll give it to you to drink your milk in , as it is made of wood that is supposed to improve whatever is put into it something like a quassia cup . That reminds me ; one of the boxes Phebe wanted to lug upstairs last night is for you . Knowing that I was coming home to find a ready-made daughter , I picked up all sorts of odd and pretty trifles along the way , hoping she would be able to find something she liked among them all . Early to-morrow we 'll have a grand rummage . Here 's our milk ! I propose the health of Miss Rose Campbell and drink it with all my heart . '' It was impossible for Rose to pout with the prospect of a delightful boxful of gifts dancing before her eyes ; so , in spite of herself , she smiled as she drank her own health , and found that fresh milk was not a hard dose to take . `` Now I must be off , before I am caught again with my wig in a toss , '' said Dr. Alec , preparing to descend the way he came . `` Do you always go in and out like a cat , uncle ? ''
asked XXXXX , much amused at his odd ways .
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