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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

remembering Charlie's revelations on New Year's night and 

hardening her heart against the man who had been his undoing on 

that as well as on other occasions, she had reason to believe. 


"I couldn't help it! Old Mr. Randal and Papa are friends, and 

though I spoke of it, brother Alf wouldn't hear of passing that bad 

boy over," explained Kitty eagerly. 


"Yet Alf forbade you driving or skating with him, for he knows 

better than we how unfit he is to come among us." 


"I'd drop him tomorrow if I could, but I must be civil in my own 

house. His mother brought him, and he won't dare to behave here 

as he does at their bachelor parties." 


"She ought not to have brought him till he had shown some desire 

to mend his ways. It is none of my business, I know, but I do wish 

people wouldn't be so inconsistent, letting boys go to destruction 

and then expecting us girls to receive them like decent people." 

Rose spoke in an energetic whisper, but Annabel heard her and 

exclaimed, as she turned round with a powder puff in her hand: 

"My goodness, Rose! What is all that about going to destruction?" 


"She is being strong-minded, and I don't very much blame her in 

this case. But it leaves me in a dreadful scrape," said Kitty, 

supporting her spirits with a sniff of aromatic vinegar. 


"I appeal to you, since you heard me, and there's no one here but 

ourselves do you consider young Randal a nice person to know?" 

And Rose turned to Annabel and Emma with an anxious eye, for 

she did not find it easy to abide by her principles when so doing 

annoyed friends. 


"No, indeed, he's perfectly horrid! Papa says he and Gorham are 

the wildest young men he knows, and enough to spoil the whole 

set. I'm so glad I've got no brothers," responded Annabel, placidly 

powdering her pink arms, quite undeterred by the memory of 

sundry white streaks left on sundry coat sleeves. 


"I think that sort of scrupulousness is very ill-bred, if you'll excuse 

my saying so, Rose. We are not supposed to know anything about 

fastness, and wildness, and so on, but to treat every man alike and 

not be fussy and prudish," said Emma, settling her many-colored 

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