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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

childer when me man is out av work and the bit and sup 

inconvaynient these hard times" as they descended to that 

darksome lower world where necessities take refuge when luxuries 

crowd them out from the gayer place above. 

 

The presence of a lady made Mrs. Sullivan's shopping very easy 

now, and her one poor "bit" of flannel grew miraculously into 

yards of several colors, since the shabby purse was no lighter when 

she went away, wiping her eyes on the corner of a big, brown 

bundle. A very little thing, and no one saw it but a wooden-faced 

clerk, who never told, yet it did Rose good and sent her up into the 

light again with a sober face, thinking self-reproachfully, "What 

right have I to more gay gowns when some poor babies have none, 

or to spend time making myself fine while there is so much bitter 

want in the world?" 

 

Nevertheless the pretty things were just as tempting as ever, and 

she yearned for the opal silk with a renewed yearning when she got 

back. It is not certain that it would not have been bought in spite of 

her better self if a good angel in the likeness of a stout lady with 

silvery curls about the benevolent face, enshrined in a plain 

bonnet, had not accosted her as she joined Kitty, still brooding 

over the wedding gowns. 

 

"I waited a moment for you, my dear, because I'm in haste, and 

very glad to save myself a journey or a note," began the newcomer 

in a low tone as Rose shook hands with the most affectionate 

respect. "You know the great box factory was burned a day or two 

ago and over a hundred girls thrown out of work. Some were hurt 

and are in the hospital, many have no homes to go to, and nearly 

all need temporary help of some sort. We've had so many calls this 

winter I hardly know which way to turn, for want is pressing, and 

I've had my finger in so many purses I'm almost ashamed to ask 

again. Any little contribution ah, thank you, I was sure you 

wouldn't fail me, my good child," and Mrs. Gardener warmly 

pressed the hand that went so quickly into the little porte-monnaie 

and came out so generously filled. 

 

"Let me know how else I can help, and thank you very much for 


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