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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

it is beginning to simmer already, and I've got a great curiosity to 

know what it will turn out to be." 

 

Mac's eyes shone as she said that, but before he could speak a little 

voice said, "Aunty Wose!" and he turned to find Dulce sitting up in 

her nest staring at the broad blue back before her with round eyes. 

 

"Do you know your Don?" he asked, offering his hand with 

respectful gentleness, for she seemed a little doubtful whether he 

was a friend or stranger. 

 

"It is 'Mat,'" said Rose, and that familiar word seemed to reassure 

the child at once, for, leaning forward, she kissed him as if quite 

used to doing it. 

 

"I picked up some toys for her, by the way, and she shall have 

them at once to pay for that. I didn't expect to be so graciously 

received by this shy mouse," said Mac, much gratified, for Dulce 

was very chary of her favors. 

 

"She knew you, for I always carry my home album with me, and 

when she comes to your picture she always kisses it, because I 

never want her to forget her first friend," explained Rose, pleased 

with her pupil. 

 

"First, but not best," answered Mac, rummaging in his knapsack 

for the promised toys, which he set forth upon the hay before 

delighted Dulce. 

 

Neither picture books nor sweeties, but berries strung on long 

stems of grass, acorns, and pretty cones, bits of rock shining with 

mica, several bluebirds' feathers, and a nest of moss with white 

pebbles for eggs. 

 

"Dearest Nature, strong and kind" knows what children love, and 

has plenty of such playthings ready for them all, if one only knows 

how to find them. These were received with rapture. And leaving 

the little creature to enjoy them in her own quiet way, Mac began 

to tumble the things back into his knapsack again. Two or three 

books lay near Rose, and she took up one which opened at a place 

marked by a scribbled paper. 

 

"Keats? I didn't know you condescended to read anything so 

modern," she said, moving the paper to see the page beneath. 

 

Mac looked up, snatched the book out of her hand, and shook 

down several more scraps, then returned it with a curiously 

shamefaced expression, saying, as he crammed the papers into his 


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