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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

kind to chill him with the bow which plainly says "Don't stop." 


A personable youth was Pemberton, and had brought with him 

from the wilds of Canada a sable-lined overcoat which was the 

envy of every masculine and the admiration of every feminine 

friend he had, and as he stood at her carriage window Rose knew 

that this luxurious garment and its stalwart wearer were objects of 

interest to the passersby. It chanced that the tide of shoppers 

flowed in that direction and, as she chatted, familiar faces often 

passed with glances, smiles, and nods of varying curiosity, 

significance, and wonder. 


She could not help feeling a certain satisfaction in giving him a 

moment's pleasure, since she could do no more, but it was not that 

amiable desire alone which made her ignore the neat white parcels 

which the druggist's boy deposited on the front seat and kept her 

lingering a little longer to enjoy one of the small triumphs which 

girls often risk more than a cold in the head to display. The sight 

of several snowflakes on the broad shoulders which partially 

obstructed her view, as well as the rapidly increasing animation of 

Pemberton's chat, reminded her that it was high time to go. 


"I mustn't keep you it is beginning to storm," she said, taking up 

her muff, much to old Jacob's satisfaction, for small talk is not 

exciting to a hungry man whose nose feels like an icicle. 


"Is it? I thought the sun was shining." And the absorbed gentleman 

turned to the outer world with visible reluctance, for it looked very 

warm and cozy in the red-lined carriage. 


"Wise people say we must carry our sunshine with us," answered 

Rose, taking refuge in commonplaces, for the face at the window 

grew pensive suddenly as he answered, with a longing look, "I 

wish I could." Then, smiling gratefully, he added, "Thank you for 

giving me a little of yours." 


"You are very welcome." And Rose offered him her hand while 

her eyes mutely asked pardon for withholding her leave to keep it. 


He pressed it silently and, shouldering the umbrella which he 

forgot to open, turned away with an "up again and take another" 

expression, which caused the soft eyes to follow him admiringly. 

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