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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

understand whenever they see it. 


"Just a glance at the silks. You ask my opinion about white ones, 

and I'll look at the colors. Mama says satin, but that is out now, 

and I've set my heart on the heaviest corded thing I can find," 

whispered Kitty as they went rustling by the long counters strewn 

with all that could delight the feminine eye and tempt the feminine 



"Isn't that opal the loveliest thing you ever saw? I'm afraid I'm too 

dark to wear it, but it would just suit you. You'll need a variety, 

you know," added Kitty in a significant aside as Rose stood among 

the white silks while her companion affected great interest in the 

delicate hues laid before her. 


"But I have a variety now, and don't need a new dress of any sort." 


"No matter, get it, else it will be gone. You've worn all yours 

several times already and must have a new one whether you need it 

or not. Dear me! If I had as much pocket money as you have, I'd 

come out in a fresh toilet at every party I went to," answered Kitty, 

casting an envious eye upon the rainbow piles before her. 


The quick-witted shopman saw that a wedding was afoot, for when 

two pretty girls whisper, smile, and blush over their shopping, 

clerks scent bridal finery and a transient gleam of interest 

brightens their imperturbable countenances and lends a brief 

energy to languid voices weary with crying, "Cash!" Gathering 

both silks with a practiced turn of the hand, he held them up for 

inspection, detecting at a glance which was the bride-elect and 

which the friend, for Kitty fell back to study the effect of silvery 

white folds with an absorbing interest impossible to mistake while 

Rose sat looking at the opal as if she scarcely heard a bland voice 

saying, with the rustle of silk so dear to girlish ears: "A superb 

thing, just opened; all the rage in Paris; very rare shade; trying to 

most, as the lady says, but quite perfect for a blonde." 


Rose was not listening to those words but to others which Aunt 

Clara had lately uttered, laughed at then, but thought over more 

than once since. 


"I'm tired of hearing people wonder why Miss Campbell does not 

dress more. Simplicity is all very well for schoolgirls and women 

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