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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

they went home after one of these unsatisfactory calls. 


"Then the least they can do is to say 'thank you.' I'm afraid I have 

thought more of the gratitude than the work, but if there isn't any, I 

must make up my mind to go without," answered Rose, feeling 

defrauded of her due. 


"Favors often separate instead of attracting people nearer to one 

another, and I've seen many a friendship spoilt by the obligation 

being all on one side. Can't explain it, but it is so, and I've come to 

the conclusion that it is as hard to give in the right spirit as it is to 

receive. Puzzle it out, my dear, while you are learning to do good 

for its own sake." 


"I know one sort of people who are grateful and I'm going to 

devote my mind to them. They thank me in many ways, and 

helping them is all pleasure and no worry. Come into the hospital 

and see the dear babies, or the Asylum, and carry oranges to 

Phebe's orphans they don't complain and fidget one's life out, bless 

their hearts!" cried Rose, cheering up suddenly. 


After that she left Buffum to manage the "Retreat," and devoted 

her energies to the little folks, always so ready to receive the 

smallest gift and repay the giver with their artless thanks. Here she 

found plenty to do, and did it with such sweet goodwill that she 

won her way like sunshine, making many a little heart dance over 

splendid dolls, gay picture books, and pots of flowers, as well as 

food, fire, and clothes for the small bodies pinched with want and 



As spring came new plans sprang up as naturally as dandelions. 

The poor children longed for the country; and, as the green fields 

could not come to them, Rose carried them to the green fields. 

Down on the Point stood an old farmhouse, often used by the 

Campbell tribe for summer holidays. That spring it was set to 

rights unusually early, several women installed as housekeeper, 

cook, and nurses, and when the May days grew bright and warm, 

squads of pale children came to toddle in the grass, run over the 

rocks, and play upon the smooth sands of the beach. A pretty sight, 

and one that well repaid those who brought it to pass. 


Everyone took an interest in the "Rose Garden," as Mac named it, 

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