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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

anybody can. Heaven only knows what Aunt will do if--" 


"And only heaven can help her," added Rose as Archie stopped at 

the words he could not utter. "Now take them, and let me know 



"You brave little soul, I will." And Archie went away through the 

rain with his sad burden, wondering how Rose could be so calm 

when the beloved Prince might be dying. 


A long dark day followed, with nothing to break its melancholy 

monotony except the bulletins that came from hour to hour 

reporting little change either for better or for worse. Rose broke 

the news gently to Aunt Plenty and set herself to the task of 

keeping up the old lady's spirits, for, being helpless, the good soul 

felt as if everything would go wrong without her. At dusk she fell 

asleep, and Rose went down to order lights and fire in the parlor, 

with tea ready to serve at any moment, for she felt sure some of the 

men would come and that a cheerful greeting and creature 

comforts would suit them better than tears, darkness, and 



Presently Mac arrived, saying the instant he entered the room: 

"More comfortable, Cousin." 


"Thank heaven!" cried Rose, unclasping her hands. Then seeing 

how worn out, wet, and weary Mac looked as he came into the 

light, she added in a tone that was a cordial in itself, "Poor boy, 

how tired you are! Come here, and let me make you comfortable." 


"I was going home to freshen up a bit, for I must be back in an 

hour. Mother took my place, so I could be spared, and came off, as 

Uncle refused to stir." 


"Don't go home, for if Aunty isn't there it will be very dismal. Step 

into Uncle's room and refresh, then come back and I'll give you 

your tea. Let me, let me! I can't help in any other way, and I must 

do something, this waiting is so dreadful." 


Her last words betrayed how much suspense was trying her, and 

Mac yielded at once, glad to comfort and be comforted. When he 

came back, looking much revived, a tempting little tea table stood 

before the fire and Rose went to meet him, saying with a faint 

smile, as she liberally bedewed him with the contents of a cologne 

flask: "I can't bear the smell of ether it suggests such dreadful 

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