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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

gently drawing a warm, bare hand out of the muff where it lay 

hidden. 

 

"Yes, Archie, but not here not now!" cried Phebe, glancing about 

her as if suddenly aware that they were not alone. 

 

"No one can see us here I thought of that. Give me one happy 

minute, after this long, long year of waiting," answered Archie, 

pausing just where the fountain hid them from all eyes, for there 

were houses only on one side. 

 

Phebe submitted and never did a plain gold ring slip more easily to 

its place than the one he put on in such a hurry that cold December 

day. Then one hand went back into the muff red with the grasp he 

gave it, and the other to its old place on his arm with a confiding 

gesture, as if it had a right there. 

 

"Now I feel sure of you," said Archie as they went on again, and no 

one the wiser for that tender transaction behind the ugly pyramid 

of boards. "Mac wrote me that you were much admired by your 

church people, and that certain wealthy bachelors evidently had 

designs on the retiring Miss Moore. I was horribly jealous, but now 

I defy every man of them." 

 

Phebe smiled with the air of proud humility that was so becoming 

and answered briefly: "There was no danger kings could not 

change me, whether you ever came or not. But Mac should not 

have told you." 

 

"You shall be revenged on him, then, for, as he told secrets about 

you, I'll tell you one about him. Phebe, he loves Rose!" And Archie 

looked as if he expected to make a great sensation with his news. 

 

"I know it." And Phebe laughed at his sudden change of 

countenance as he added inquiringly, "She told you, then?" 

 

"Not a word. I guessed it from her letters, for lately she says 

nothing about Mac, and before there was a good deal, so I 

suspected what the silence meant and asked no questions." 

 

"Wise girl! Then you think she does care for the dear old fellow?" 

 

"Of course she does. Didn't he tell you so?" 

 

"No, he only said when he went away, 'Take care of my Rose, and 

I'll take care of your Phebe,' and not another thing could I get out 

of him, for I did ask questions. He stood by me like a hero, and 

kept Aunt Jane from driving me stark mad with her 'advice.' I don't 


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