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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

the concerts they talk of for next winter. You will write, won't 

you?" 

 

"Oh, yes! No doubt of that," and Mac laughed low to himself as he 

stooped to look at the little Psyche on the mantelpiece. "What a 

pretty thing it is!" he added soberly as he took it up. 

 

"Be careful. Uncle gave it to me last New Year, and I'm very fond 

of it. She is just lifting her lamp to see what Cupid is like, for she 

hasn't seen him yet," said Rose, busy putting her worktable in 

order. 

 

"You ought to have a Cupid for her to look at. She has been 

waiting patiently a whole year, with nothing but a bronze lizard in 

sight," said Mac with the half-shy, half-daring look which was so 

new and puzzling. 

 

"Cupid fled away as soon as she woke him, you know, and she had 

a bad time of it. She must wait longer till she can find and keep 

him." 

 

"Do you know she looks like you? Hair tied up in a knot, and a 

spiritual sort of face. Don't you see it?" asked Mac, turning the 

graceful little figure toward her. 

 

"Not a bit of it. I wonder whom I shall resemble next! I've been 

compared to a Fra Angelico angel, Saint Agnes, and now 'Syke,' as 

Annabel once called her." 

 

"You'd see what I mean, if you'd ever watched your own face when 

you were listening to music, talking earnestly, or much moved, 

then your soul gets into your eyes and you are like Psyche." 

 

"Tell me the next time you see me in a 'soulful' state, and I'll look 

in the glass, for I'd like to see if it is becoming," said Rose merrily 

as she sorted her gay worsteds. 

 

"Your feet in the full-grown grasses, 

Moved soft as a soft wind blows; 

You passed me as April passes, 

With a face made out of a rose," 

 

murmured Mac under his breath, thinking of the white figure going 

up a green slope one summer day; then, as if chiding himself for 

sentimentality, he set Psyche down with great care and began to 

talk about a course of solid reading for the winter. 

 

After that, Rose saw very little of him for several weeks, as he 

seemed to be making up for lost time and was more odd and 

absent than ever when he did appear. 

 

As she became accustomed to the change in his external 


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