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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Phebe
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

 

"How nice she looks! Do you consider shoes unhealthy?" he asked, 

surveying the socks with respectful interest. 

 

"No, her shoes are drying. You must have let her go in the mud." 

 

"I only put her down for a minute when she howled, and she made 

for a puddle, like a duck. I'll buy her some new ones clothes too. 

Where do I go, what do I ask for, and how much do I get?" he said, 

diving for his pocketbook, amiably anxious but pitiably ignorant. 

 

"I'll see to that. We always have things on hand for the Pointers as 

they come along and can soon fit Dulce out. You may make some 

inquiries about the father if you will, for I don't want to have her 

taken away just as I get fond of her. Do you know anything about 

him?" 

 

"Only that he is in State Prison for twenty-one years, and not likely 

to trouble you." 

 

"How dreadful! I really think Phebe was better off to have none at 

all. I'll go to work at once, then, and try to bring up the convict's 

little daughter to be a good woman so that she will have an honest 

name of her own, since he has nothing but disgrace to give her." 

 

"Uncle can show you how to do that if you need any help. He has 

been so successful in his first attempt, I fancy you won't require 

much," said Mac, picking up the spools for the sixth time. 

 

"Yes, I shall, for it is a great responsibility, and I do not undertake 

it lightly," answered Rose soberly, though the double-barreled 

compliment pleased her very much. 

 

"I'm sure Phebe has turned out splendidly, and you began very 

early with her." 

 

"So I did! That's encouraging. Dear thing, how bewildered she 

looked when I proposed adopting her. I remember all about it, for 

Uncle had just come and I was quite crazy over a box of presents 

and rushed at Phebe as she was cleaning brasses. How little I 

thought my childish offer would end so well!" And Rose fell 

a-musing with a happy smile on her face while baby picked the last 

morsels out of the porringer with her own busy fingers. 

 

It certainly had ended well, for Phebe at the end of six months not 

only had a good place as choir singer but several young pupils and 

excellent prospects for the next winter. 


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