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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

shall begin as I mean to go on, and have a simple, sociable sort of 

party and invite everyone whom I like, no matter in what 'set' they 

happen to belong. No one shall ever say I am aristocratic and 

exclusive so prepare yourself to be shocked, for old friends and 

young, rich and poor, will be asked to all my parties." 


"Oh, my heart! You are going to be odd, just as Mama predicted!" 

sighed Annabel, clasping her hands in despair and studying the 

effect of three bracelets on her chubby arm in the midst of her 



"In my own house I'm going to do as I think best, and if people call 

me odd, I can't help it. I shall endeavor not to do anything very 

dreadful, but I seem to inherit Uncle's love for experiments and 

mean to try some. I daresay they will fail and I shall get laughed at. 

I intend to do it nevertheless, so you had better drop me now 

before I begin," said Rose with an air of resolution that was rather 



"What shall you wear at this new sort of party of yours?" asked 

Annabel, wisely turning a deaf ear to all delicate or dangerous 

topics and keeping to matters she understood. 


"That white thing over there. It is fresh and pretty, and Phebe has 

one like it. I never want to dress more than she does, and gowns of 

that sort are always most becoming and appropriate to girls of our 



"Phebe! You don't mean to say you are going to make a lady of 

her!" gasped Annabel, upsetting her treasures as she fell back with 

a gesture that made the little chair creak again, for Miss Bliss was 

as plump as a partridge. 


"She is one already, and anybody who slights her slights me, for 

she is the best girl I know and the dearest," cried Rose warmly. 


"Yes, of course I was only surprised you are quite right, for she 

may turn out to be somebody, and then how glad you'll feel that 

you were so good to her!" said Annabel, veering around at once, 

seeing which way the wind blew. 


Before Rose could speak again, a cheery voice called from the 

hall, "Little mistress, where are you?" 


"In my room, Phebe, dear," and up came the girl Rose was going to 

"make a lady of," looking so like one that Annabel opened her 

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