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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

borrowing from his beloved Keats. 

 

"Ah, but I can't do that! I must go on blooming whether I like it or 

not, and the only trouble I have is to know what leaf I ought to 

unfold next," said Rose, playfully smoothing out the white gown, 

in which she looked very like a daisy among the green. 

 

"How far have you got?" asked Mac, continuing his catechism as if 

the fancy suited him. 

 

"Let me see. Since I came home last year, I've been gay, then sad, 

then busy, and now I am simply happy. I don't know why, but seem 

to be waiting for what is to come next and getting ready for it, 

perhaps unconsciously," she said, looking dreamily away to the 

hills again, is if the new experience was coming to her from afar. 

 

Mac watched her thoughtfully for a minute, wondering how many 

more leaves must unfold before the golden heart of this human 

flower would lie open to the sun. He felt a curious desire to help in 

some way, and could think of none better than to offer her what he 

had found most helpful to himself. Picking up another book, he 

opened it at a place where an oak leaf lay and, handing it to her, 

said, as if presenting something very excellent and precious: "If 

you want to be ready to take whatever comes in a brave and noble 

way, read that, and the one where the page is turned down." 

 

Rose took it, saw the words "Self-Reliance," and turning the 

leaves, read here and there a passage which was marked: "'My life 

is for itself, and not for a spectacle.' 

 

"'Insist on yourself: never imitate. That which each can do best, 

none but his Maker can teach him.' 

 

"'Do that which is assigned to you, and you cannot hope or dare 

too much.'" 

 

Then, coming to the folded page, whose title was "Heroism," she 

read, and brightened as she read: 

 

"'Let the maiden, with erect soul, walk serenely on her way; 

accept the hint of each new experience; search in turn all the 

objects that solicit her eye, that she may learn the power and the 

charm of her newborn being.' 

 

"'The fair girl who repels interference by a decided and proud 

choice of influences inspires every beholder with something of her 

own nobleness; and the silent heart encourages her. O friend, never 


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