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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

a minute. No, you're not a bit too heavy, my rheumatism doesn't 

begin much before November, so sit here, darling, and put your 

two arms round my neck." 


Rose obeyed, and neither spoke for a moment as the old woman 

held the young one close and appeased the two years' longing of a 

motherly heart by the caresses women give the creatures dearest to 

them. Right in the middle of a kiss, however, she stopped suddenly 

and, holding out one arm, caught Phebe, who was trying to steal 

away unobserved. 


"Don't go there's room for both in my love, though there isn't in my 

lap. I'm so grateful to get my dear girls safely home again that I 

hardly know what I'm about," said Aunt Plenty, embracing Phebe 

so heartily that she could not feel left out in the cold and stood 

there with her black eyes shining through the happiest tears. 


"There, now I've had a good hug, and feel as if I was all right 

again. I wish you'd set that cap in order, Rose I went to bed in such 

a hurry, I pulled the strings off it and left it all in a heap. Phebe, 

dear, you shall dust round a mite, just as you used to, for I haven't 

had anyone to do it as I like since you've been gone, and it will do 

me good to see all my knickknacks straightened out in your tidy 

way," said the elder lady, getting up with a refreshed expression on 

her rosy old face. 


"Shall I dust in here too?" asked Phebe, glancing toward an inner 

room which used to be her care. 


"No, dear, I'd rather do that myself. Go in if you like, nothing is 

changed. I must go and see to my pudding." And Aunt Plenty 

trotted abruptly away with a quiver of emotion in her voice which 

made even her last words pathetic. 


Pausing on the threshold as if it was a sacred place, the girls 

looked in with eyes soon dimmed by tender tears, for it seemed as 

if the gentle occupant was still there. Sunshine shone on the old 

geraniums by the window; the cushioned chair stood in its 

accustomed place, with the white wrapper hung across it and the 

faded slippers lying ready. Books and basket, knitting and 

spectacles, were all just as she had left them, and the beautiful 

tranquility that always filled the room seemed so natural, both 

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