“Please don’t call him names! I guess he has what is called moral courage, and you physical courage. Uncle explained the difference to me, and moral is the best, though often it doesn’t look so,” said Rose thoughtfully.

Charlie didn’t like that, and answered quickly, “I don’t believe he’d stand it any better than I do, if he had those fellows at him.”

“Perhaps that’s why he keeps out of their way, and wants you to.”

Rose had him there, and Charlie felt it, but would not give in just yet, though he was going fast, for somehow, in the dark he seemed to see things clearer than in the light, and found it very easy to be confidential when it was “only Rose.”

“If he was my brother, now, he’d have some right to interfere,” began Charlie, in an injured tone.

“I wish he was!” cried Rose.

“So do I,” answered Charlie, and then they both laughed at his inconsistency.

The laugh did them good, and when Prince spoke again, it was in a different tone—pensive, not proud nor perverse.

“You see, it’s hard upon me that I have no brothers and sisters. The others are better off and needn’t go abroad for chums if they don’t like. I am all alone, and I’d be thankful even for a little sister.”

Rose thought that very pathetic, and, overlooking the uncomplimentary word “even” in that last sentence, she said, with a timid sort of earnestness that conquered her cousin at once—

“Play I was a little sister. I know I’m silly, but perhaps I’m better than nothing, and I’d dearly love to do it.”

“So should I! and we will, for you are not silly, my dear, but a very sensible girl, we all think, and I’m proud to have you for a sister. There, now!” and Charlie looked down at the curly head bobbing along beside him with real affection in his face.

Rose gave a skip of pleasure, and laid one seal-skin mitten over the other on his arm, as she said happily—

“That’s so nice of you! Now, you needn’t be lonely any more, and I’ll try to fill Archie’s place till he comes back, for I know he will, as soon as you let him.”

“Well, I don’t mind telling you that while he was my mate I never missed brothers and sisters, or wanted anyone else; but since he cast me off, I’ll be hanged if I don’t feel as forlorn as old Crusoe before Friday turned up.”

This burst of confidence confirmed Rose in her purpose of winning Charlie’s Mentor back to him, but she said no more, contented to have done so well. They parted excellent friends, and Prince went home, wondering why “a fellow didn’t mind saying things to a girl or woman which they would die before they’d own to another fellow.”

Rose also had some sage reflections upon the subject, and fell asleep thinking that there were a great many curious things in this world, and feeling that she was beginning to find out some of them.

Next day she trudged up the hill to see Archie, and having told him as much as she thought best about her talk with Charlie, begged him to forget and forgive.