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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

his own and his cousin's prospects with perfect equanimity. 


"His worth shines forth the brightest who in hope 

Always confides: the Abject soul despairs," 


observed Mac, quoting Euripides in a conversational tone as he lay 

upon a divan reposing after a hard day's work. 


"Thank you," said Archie, brightening a little, for a hopeful word 

from any source was very comfortable. 


"That's your favorite Rip, isn't it? He was a wise old boy, but you 

could find advice as good as that nearer home," put in Steve, who 

just then felt equal to slapping Plato on the shoulder, so elated was 

he at being engaged "first of all the lot," as he gracefully expressed 



"Don't halloo till you are out of the wood, Dandy Mrs. Kit has 

jilted two men, and may a third, so you'd better not brag of your 

wisdom too soon, for she may make a fool of you yet," said 

Charlie, cynically, his views of life being very gloomy about this 



"No, she won't, Steve, if you do your part honestly. There's the 

making of a good little woman in Kitty, and she has proved it by 

taking you instead of those other fellows. You are not a Solomon, 

but you're not spoilt yet, and she had the sense to see it," said Mac 

encouragingly from his corner, for he and his brother were better 

friends than even since the little scene at the Van Tassels'. 


"Hear! Hear!" cried Steve, looking more than ever like a cheerful 

young cockerel trying to crow as he stood upon the hearth rug with 

his hands under his coat tails, rising and falling alternately upon 

the toes and heels of his neat little boots. 


"Come, you've given them each a pat on the head haven't you got 

one for me? I need it enough, for if ever there was a poor devil 

born under an evil star, it is C. C. Campbell," exclaimed Charlie, 

leaning his chin on his cue with a discontented expression of 

countenance, for trying to be good is often very hard work till one 

gets used to it. 


"Oh, yes! I can accommodate you." And, as if his words suggested 

the selection, Mac, still lying flat upon his back, repeated one of 

his favorite bits from Beaumont and Fletcher, for he had a 

wonderful memory and could reel off poetry by the hour together. 

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