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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

 

When Rose returned with ice-cold milk, gingerbread, and letters, 

she found the reader of Emerson up in the tree, pelting and being 

pelted with green apples as Jamie vainly endeavored to get at him. 

The siege ended when Aunt Jessie appeared, and the rest of the 

afternoon was spent in chat about home affairs. 

 

Early the next morning Mac was off, and Rose went as far as the 

old church with him. 

 

"Shall you walk all the way?" she asked as he strode along beside 

her in the dewy freshness of the young day. 

 

"Only about twenty miles, then take car and whisk back to my 

work," he answered, breaking a delicate fern for her. 

 

"Are you never lonely?" 

 

"Never. I take my best friends along, you know," and he gave a 

slap to the pocket from which peeped the volume of Thoreau. 

 

"I'm afraid you leave your very best behind you," said Rose, 

alluding to the book he had lent her yesterday. 

 

"I'm glad to share it with you. I have much of it here, and a little 

goes a great way, as you will soon discover," he answered, tapping 

his head. 

 

"I hope the reading will do as much for me as it seems to have 

done for you. I'm happy, but you are wise and good I want to be 

also." 

 

"Read away, and digest it well, then write and tell me what you 

think of it. Will you?" he asked as they paused where the four 

roads met. 

 

"If you will answer. Shall you have time with all your other work? 

Poetry I beg pardon medicine is very absorbing, you know," 

answered Rose mischievously, for just then, as he stood 

bareheaded in the shadows of the leaves playing over his fine 

forehead, she remembered the chat among the haycocks, and he 

did not look at all like an M.D. 

 

"I'll make time." 

 

"Good-bye, Milton." 

 

"Good-bye, Sabrina." 

 

 

 


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