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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
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

half-earnest, half-merry. 


"Well, I should say that you were fitted for a beauty and a belle, 

but as that is evidently not to your taste, I am afraid you are going 

to study medicine and be a doctor. Won't your patients have a 

heavenly time though? It will be easy dying with an angel to 

poison them." 


"Now, Charlie, that's base of you, when you know how well 

women have succeeded in this profession and what a comfort Dr. 

Mary Kirk was to dear Aunt Peace. I did want to study medicine, 

but Uncle thought it wouldn't do to have so many M.D.'s in one 

family, since Mac thinks of trying it. Besides, I seem to have other 

work put into my hands that I am better fitted for." 


"You are fitted for anything that is generous and good, and I'll 

stand by you, no matter what you've chosen," cried Mac heartily, 

for this was a new style of talk from a girl's lips, and he liked it 



"Philanthropy is a generous, good, and beautiful profession, and 

I've chosen it for mine because I have much to give. I'm only the 

steward of the fortune Papa left me, and I think, if I use it wisely 

for the happiness of others, it will be more blest than if I keep it all 

for myself." 


Very sweetly and simply was this said, but it was curious to see 

how differently the various hearers received it. 


Charlie shot a quick look at his mother, who exclaimed, as if in 

spite of herself, "Now, Alec, are you going to let that girl squander 

a fine fortune on all sorts of charitable nonsense and wild schemes 

for the prevention of pauperism and crime?" 


"'They who give to the poor lend to the Lord,' and practical 

Christianity is the kind He loves the best," was all Dr. Alec 

answered, but it silenced the aunts and caused even prudent Uncle 

Mac to think with sudden satisfaction of certain secret investments 

he had made which paid him no interest but the thanks of the poor. 


Archie and Mac looked well pleased and promised their advice 

and assistance with the enthusiasm of generous young hearts. 

Steve shook his head, but said nothing, and the lads on the rug at 

once proposed founding a hospital for invalid dogs and horses, 

white mice, and wounded heroes. 

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