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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

fallen out of one quandary into another. 


"Didn't you ask?" 


"No, the mother called her 'Baby,' and the old woman, 'Brat.' And 

that is all I know of the first name the last is Kennedy. You may 

christen her what you like." 


"Then I shall name her Dulcinea, as you are her knight, and call 

her Dulce for short. That is a sweet diminutive, I'm sure," laughed 

Rose, much amused at the idea. 


Don Quixote looked pleased and vowed to defend his little lady 

stoutly, beginning his services on the spot by filling the small 

hands with buttercups, thereby winning for himself the first smile 

baby's face had known for weeks. 


When they got home Aunt Plenty received her new guest with her 

accustomed hospitality and, on learning the story, was as warmly 

interested as even enthusiastic Rose could desire, bustling about to 

make the child comfortable with an energy pleasant to see, for the 

grandmotherly instincts were strong in the old lady and of late had 

been beautifully developed. 


In less than half an hour from the time baby went upstairs, she 

came down again on Rose's arm, freshly washed and brushed, in a 

pink gown much too large and a white apron decidedly too small; 

an immaculate pair of socks, but no shoes; a neat bandage on the 

bruised arm, and a string of spools for a plaything hanging on the 

other. A resigned expression sat upon her little face, but the 

frightened eyes were only shy now, and the forlorn heart evidently 

much comforted. 


"There! How do you like your Dulce now?" said Rose, proudly 

displaying the work of her hands as she came in with her habit 

pinned up and carrying a silver porringer of bread and milk. 


Mac knelt down, took the small, reluctant hand, and kissed it as 

devoutly as ever good Alonzo Quixada did that of the Duchess 

while he said, merrily quoting from the immortal story: "'High and 

Sovereign Lady, thine till death, the Knight of the Rueful 



But baby had no heart for play and, withdrawing her hand, pointed 

to the porringer with the suggestive remark: "Din-din, now." 


So Rose sat down and fed the Duchess while the Don stood by and 

watched the feast with much satisfaction. 

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