CHAPTER 8 BREAKERS AHEAD
Anxious to smooth the way for Phebe, Rose was up betimes and slipped into Aunt Plenty’s room before the old lady had gotten her cap on.
“Aunty, I’ve something pleasant to tell you, and while you listen, I’ll brush your hair, as you like to have me,” she began, well aware that the proposed process was a very soothing one.
“Yes, dear only don’t be too particular, because I’m late and must hurry down or Jane won’t get things straight, and it does fidget me to have the saltcellars uneven, the tea strainer forgotten, and your uncle’s paper not aired,” returned Miss Plenty, briskly unrolling the two gray curls she wore at her temples.
Then Rose, brushing away at the scanty back hair, led skillfully up to the crisis of her tale by describing Phebe’s panic and brave ef
