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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
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

his proudly swelling chest an heart-shaped red flannel shield 

decorated with a white cotton star the size of a tea plate. 


"Superb! I've been away so long I forgot there was such a game. 

And you the captain?" cried Rose, deeply impressed by the high 

honor to which her kinsman had arrived. 


"I just am, and it's no joke you'd better believe, for we knock our 

teeth out, black our eyes, and split our fingers almost as well as the 

big fellows. You come down to the Common between one and two 

and see us play a match, then you'll understand what hard work it 

is. I'll teach you to bat now if you'll come out on the lawn," added 

Jamie, fired with a wish to exhibit his prowess. 


"No, thank you, captain. The grass is wet, and you'll be late at 

school if you stay for us." 


"I'm not afraid. Girls are not good for much generally, but you 

never used to mind a little wet and played cricket like a good one. 

Can't you ever do that sort of thing now?" asked the boy, with a 

pitying look at these hapless creatures debarred from the joys and 

perils of manly sports. 


"I can run still and I'll get to the gate before you, see if I don't." 

And, yielding to the impulse of the moment, Rose darted down the 

steps before astonished Jamie could mount and follow. 


He was off in a moment, but Rose had the start, and though old 

Sheltie did his best, she reached the goal just ahead, and stood 

there laughing and panting, all rosy with fresh October air, a pretty 

picture for several gentlemen who were driving by. 


"Good for you, Rose!" said Archie, jumping out to shake hands 

while Will and Geordie saluted and Uncle Mac laughed at Jamie, 

who looked as if girls had risen slightly in his opinion. 


"I'm glad it is you, because you won't be shocked. But I'm so happy 

to be back I forgot I was not little Rose still," said Atalanta, 

smoothing down her flying hair. 


"You look very like her, with the curls on your shoulders in the old 

way. I missed them last night and wondered what it was. How are 

Uncle and Phebe?" asked Archie, whose eyes had been looking 

over Rose's head while he spoke toward the piazza, where a female 

figure was visible among the reddening woodbines. 

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