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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Phebe
Breakers Ahead
New Year's Calls
The Sad and Sober Part
Small Temptations
At Kitty's Ball
Both Sides
Aunt Clara's Plan
Alas for Charlie!
Good Works
Among the Haycocks
Which Was It?
Behind the Fountain
What Mac Did
How Phebe Earned Her Welcome
Short and Sweet

 

"Don't you think that will be a better way for a woman to spend her 

life than in dancing, dressing, and husband-hunting, Charlie?" 

asked Rose, observing his silence and anxious for his approval. 

 

"Very pretty for a little while, and very effective too, for I don't 

know anything more captivating than a sweet girl in a meek little 

bonnet going on charitable errands and glorifying poor people's 

houses with a delightful mixture of beauty and benevolence. 

Fortunately, the dear souls soon tire of it, but it's heavenly while it 

lasts." 

 

Charlie spoke in a tone of mingled admiration and contempt, and 

smiled a superior sort of smile, as if he understood all the innocent 

delusions as well as the artful devices of the sex and expected 

nothing more from them. It both surprised and grieved Rose, for it 

did not sound like the Charlie she had left two years ago. But she 

only said, with a reproachful look and a proud little gesture of 

head and hand, as if she put the subject aside since it was not 

treated with respect: "I am sorry you have so low an opinion of 

women. There was a time when you believed in them sincerely." 

 

"I do still, upon my word I do! They haven't a more devoted 

admirer and slave in the world than I am. Just try me and see," 

cried Charlie, gallantly kissing his hand to the sex in general. 

 

But Rose was not appeased, and gave a disdainful shrug as she 

answered with a look in her eyes that his lordship did not like, 

"Thank you. I don't want admirers or slaves, but friends and 

helpers. I've lived so long with a wise, good man that I am rather 

hard to suit, perhaps, but I don't intend to lower my standard, and 

anyone who cares for my regard must at least try to live up to it." 

 

"Whew! Here's a wrathful dove! Come and smooth her ruffled 

plumage, Mac. I'll dodge before I do further mischief," and Charlie 

strolled away into the other room, privately lamenting that Uncle 

Alec had spoiled a fine girl by making her strong-minded. 

 

He wished himself back again in five minutes, for Mac said 

something that produced a gale of laughter, and when he took a 

look over his shoulder the "wrathful dove" was cooing so 


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