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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

any yet awhile and, between ourselves, I don't believe I shall have 

any if it is known that I am strong-minded. That fact will scare 

most men away like a yellow flag," said Rose, for, thanks to Dr. 

Alec's guardianship, she had wasted neither heart nor time in the 

foolish flirtations so many girls fritter away their youth upon. 

 

"Hum! I rather doubt that," muttered Mac as he surveyed the 

damsel before him. 

 

She certainly did not look unpleasantly strong-minded, and she 

was beautiful in spite of her modest denials. Beautiful with the 

truest sort of beauty, for nobility of character lent its subtle charm 

to the bloom of youth, the freshness of health, the innocence of a 

nature whose sweet maidenliness Mac felt but could not describe. 

Gentle yet full of spirit, and all aglow with the earnestness that 

suggests lovely possibilities and makes one hope that such human 

flowers may have heaven's purest air and warmest sunshine to 

blossom in. 

 

"Wait and see," answered Rose; then, as her uncle's voice was 

heard in the hall, she held out her hand, adding pleasantly, "The 

old times are to begin again, so come soon and tell me all your 

doings and help me with mine just as you used to do." 

 

"You really mean it?" And Mac looked much pleased. 

 

"I really do. You are so little altered, except to grow big, that I 

don't feel at all strange with you and want to begin where we left 

off." 

 

"That will be capital. Good night, Cousin," and to her great 

amazement, he gave her a hearty kiss. 

 

"Oh, but that is not the old way at all!" cried Rose, stepping back 

in merry confusion while the audacious youth assumed an air of 

mild surprise as he innocently asked: "Didn't we always say good 

night in that way? I had an impression that we did and were to 

begin just as we left off." 

 

"Of course not. No power on earth would have bribed you to do it, 

as you know well enough. I don't mind the first night, but we are 

too old for that sort of thing now." 

 

"I'll remember. It was the force of habit, I suppose, for I'm sure I 

must have done it in former times, it seemed so natural. Coming, 

Father!" and Mac retired, evidently convinced he was right. 


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