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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

faded with the sunshine, which seemed to have filtered through to 

the thoughts within. 


"Here's a characteristic bit for you: 'I would rather sit on a 

pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet 

cushion. I would rather ride on earth in an oxcart, with free 

circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion 

train, and breathe malaria all the way.' 


"I've tried both and quite agree with him," laughed Mac, and 

skimming down another page, gave her a paragraph here and there. 


"'Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read 

them at all.' 


"'We do not learn much from learned books, but from sincere 

human books: frank, honest biographies.' 


"'At least let us have healthy books. Let the poet be as vigorous as 

the sugar maple, with sap enough to maintain his own verdure, 

besides what runs into the trough; and not like a vine which, being 

cut in the spring, bears no fruit, but bleeds to death in the endeavor 

to heal its wounds.'" 


"That will do for you," said Rose, still thinking of the new 

suspicion which pleased her by its very improbability. 


Mac flashed a quick look at her and shut the book, saying quietly, 

although his eyes shone, and a conscious smile lurked about his 

mouth: "We shall see, and no one need meddle, for, as my Thoreau 



"Whate'er we leave to God, God does 

And blesses us: The work we choose should be our own 

God lets alone." 


Rose sat silent, as if conscious that she deserved his poetical 



"Come, you have catechized me pretty well; now I'll take my turn 

and ask you why you look 'uplifted,' as you call it. What have you 

been doing to make yourself more like your namesake than ever?" 

asked Mac, carrying war into the enemy's camp with the sudden 



"Nothing but live, and enjoy doing it. I actually sit here, day after 

day, as happy and contented with little things as Dulce is and feel 

as if I wasn't much older than she," answered the girl, feeling as if 

some change was going on in that pleasant sort of pause but unable 

to describe it. 


"As if a rose should shut and be a bud again," murmured Mac, 

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