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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

appearance, she discovered that he was altering fast in other ways 

and watched the "distinguished-looking gentleman" with much 

interest, saying to herself, when she saw a new sort of dignity 

about him alternating with an unusual restlessness of manner, and 

now and then a touch of sentiment, "Genius is simmering, just as I 

predicted." 

 

As the family were in mourning, there were no festivities on Rose's 

twenty-first birthday, though the boys had planned all sorts of 

rejoicings. Everyone felt particularly tender toward their girl on 

that day, remembering how "poor Charlie" had loved her, and they 

tried to show it in the gifts and good wishes they sent her. She 

found her sanctum all aglow with autumn leaves, and on her table 

so many rare and pretty things, she quite forgot she was an heiress 

and only felt how rich she was in loving friends. 

 

One gift greatly pleased her, though she could not help smiling at 

the source from whence it came, for Mac sent her a Cupid not the 

chubby child with a face of naughty merriment, but a slender, 

winged youth leaning on his unstrung bow, with a broken arrow at 

his feet. A poem, "To Psyche," came with it, and Rose was much 

surprised at the beauty of the lines, for, instead of being witty, 

complimentary, or gay, there was something nobler than mere 

sentiment in them, and the sweet old fable lived again in language 

which fitly painted the maiden Soul looking for a Love worthy to 

possess it. 

 

Rose read them over and over as she sat among the gold and 

scarlet leaves which glorified her little room, and each time found 

new depth and beauty in them, looking from the words that made 

music in her ear to the lovely shapes that spoke with their mute 

grace to her eye. The whole thing suited her exactly, it was so 

delicate and perfect in its way, for she was tired of costly gifts and 

valued very much this proof of her cousin's taste and talent, seeing 

nothing in it but an affectionate desire to please her. 

 

All the rest dropped in at intervals through the day to say a loving 

word, and last of all came Mac. Rose happened to be alone with 

Dulce, enjoying a splendid sunset from her western window, for 


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