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Table of contents
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

either being aware of it. 

 

"Will you come in?" asked Phebe when the mistake was rectified 

and she stood on her own steps looking down at her escort, who 

had discreetly released her before a pull at the bell caused five 

heads to pop up at five different windows. 

 

"No, thanks. I shall be at church this afternoon, and the oratorio 

this evening. I must be off early in the morning, so let me make the 

most of precious time and come home with you tonight as I did 

before," answered Archie, making his best bow, and quite sure of 

consent. 

 

"You may." And Phebe vanished, closing the door softly, as if she 

found it hard to shut out so much love and happiness as that in the 

heart of the sedate young gentleman who went briskly down the 

street humming a verse of old "Clyde" like a tuneful bass viol: 

 

"Oh, let our mingling voices rise 

In grateful rapture to the skies, 

Where love has had its birth. 

 

Let songs of joy this day declare 

That spirits come their bliss to share 

With all the sons of earth." 

 

That afternoon Miss Moore sang remarkably well, and that 

evening quite electrified even her best friends by the skill and 

power with which she rendered "Inflammatus" in the oratorio. 

 

"If that is not genius, I should like to know what it is?" said one 

young man to another as they went out just before the general 

crush at the end. 

 

"Some genius and a great deal of love. They are a grand team, and, 

when well driven, astonish the world by the time they make in the 

great race," answered the second young man with the look of one 

inclined to try his hand at driving that immortal span. 

 

"Daresay you are right. Can't stop now she's waiting for me. Don't 

sit up, Mac." 

 

"The gods go with you, Archie." 

 

And the cousins separated one to write till midnight, the other to 

bid his Phebe good-bye, little dreaming how unexpectedly and 

successfully she was to earn her welcome home. 

 

 

 

 


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