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Table of contents
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

 

"Lots, but Mama forgot to give 'em to me, and I was rather in a 

hurry, for Mrs. Atkinson said somebody had come and I couldn't 

wait," explained Jamie, reposing luxuriously with his head on 

Mac's legs and his mouth full. 

 

"I'll step and get them. Aunty must be tired, and we should enjoy 

reading the news together." 

 

"She is the most convenient girl that ever was," observed Jamie as 

Rose departed, thinking Mac might like some more substantial 

refreshment than sweetmeats. 

 

"I should think so, if you let her run your errands, you lazy little 

scamp," answered Mac, looking after her as she went up the green 

slope, for there was something very attractive to him about the 

slender figure in a plain white gown with a black sash about the 

waist and all the wavy hair gathered to the top of the head with a 

little black bow. 

 

"Sort of pre-Raphaelite, and quite refreshing after the furbelowed 

creatures at the hotels," he said to himself as she vanished under 

the arch of scarlet runners over the garden gate. 

 

"Oh, well! She likes it. Rose is fond of me, and I'm very good to 

her when I have time," continued Jamie, calmly explaining. "I let 

her cut out a fishhook, when it caught in my leg, with a sharp 

penknife, and you'd better believe it hurt, but I never squirmed a 

bit, and she said I was a brave boy. And then, one day I got left on 

my desert island out in the pond, you know the boat floated off, 

and there I was for as much as an hour before I could make anyone 

hear. But Rose thought I might be there, and down she came, and 

told me to swim ashore. It wasn't far, but the water was horrid 

cold, and I didn't like it. I started though, just as she said, and got 

on all right, till about halfway, then cramp or something made me 

shut up and howl, and she came after me slapdash, and pulled me 

ashore. Yes, sir, as wet as a turtle, and looked so funny, I laughed, 

and that cured the cramp. Wasn't I good to mind when she said, 

'Come on'?" 

 

"She was, to dive after such a scapegrace. I guess you lead her a 

life of it, and I'd better take you home with me in the morning," 

suggested Mac, rolling the boy over and giving him a good-natured 

pummeling on the haycock while Dulce applauded from her nest. 


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