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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

deal taller than six years ago. 


Jamie immediately fraternized with neighboring boys and devoted 

himself to fishing with an ardor which deserved greater success. 

Aunt Jessie reveled in reading, for which she had no time at home, 

and lay in her hammock a happy woman, with no socks to darn, 

buttons to sew, or housekeeping cares to vex her soul. 

Rose went about with Dulce like a very devoted hen with one 

rather feeble chicken, for she was anxious to have this treatment 

work well and tended her little patient with daily increasing 

satisfaction. Dr. Alec came up to pass a few days and pronounced 

the child in a most promising condition. But the grand event of the 

season was the unexpected arrival of Phebe. 


Two of her pupils had invited her to join them in a trip to the 

mountains, and she ran away from the great hotel to surprise her 

little mistress with a sight of her, so well and happy that Rose had 

no anxiety left on her account. 


Three delightful days they spent, roaming about together, talking 

as only girls can talk after a long separation, and enjoying one 

another like a pair of lovers. As if to make it quite perfect, by one 

of those remarkable coincidences which sometimes occur, Archie 

happened to run up for the Sunday, so Phebe had her surprise, and 

Aunt Jessie and the telegraph kept their secret so well, no one ever 

knew what maternal machinations brought the happy accident to 



Then Rose saw a very pretty, pastoral bit of lovemaking, and long 

after it was over, and Phebe gone one way, Archie another, the 

echo of sweet words seemed to linger in the air, tender ghosts to 

haunt the pine grove, and even the big coffeepot had a halo of 

romance about it, for its burnished sides reflected the soft glances 

the lovers interchanged as one filled the other's cup at that last 



Rose found these reminiscences more interesting than any novel 

she had read, and often beguiled her long leisure by planning a 

splendid future for her Phebe as she trotted about after her baby in 

the lovely July weather. 


On one of the most perfect days she sat under an old apple tree on 

the slope behind the house where they used to play. Before her 

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