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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


Many faults it had, but was so full of promise that it was evident 

Mac had not "kept good company, read good books, loved good 

things, and cultivated soul and body as faithfully as he could" in 

vain. It all told now, for truth and virtue had blossomed into 

character and had a language of their own more eloquent than the 

poetry to which they were what the fragrance is to the flower. 

Wiser critics than Rose felt and admired this; less partial ones 

could not deny their praise to a first effort, which seemed as 

spontaneous and aspiring as a lark's song; and, when one or two of 

these Jupiters had given a nod of approval, Mac found himself, not 

exactly famous, but much talked about. One set abused, the other 

set praised, and the little book was sadly mauled among them, for 

it was too original to be ignored, and too robust to be killed by 

hard usage, so it came out of the fray none the worse but rather 

brighter, if anything, for the friction which proved the gold 



This took time, however, and Rose could only sit at home reading 

all the notices she could get, as well as the literary gossip Phebe 

sent her, for Mac seldom wrote, and never a word about himself, 

so Phebe skillfully extracted from him in their occasional meetings 

all the personal news her feminine wit could collect and faithfully 

reported it. 


It was a little singular that without a word of inquiry on either side, 

the letters of the girls were principally filled with tidings of their 

respective lovers. Phebe wrote about Mac; Rose answered with 

minute particulars about Archie; and both added hasty items 

concerning their own affairs, as if these were of little consequence. 


Phebe got the most satisfaction out of the correspondence, for soon 

after the book appeared Rose began to want Mac home again and 

to be rather jealous of the new duties and delights that kept him. 

She was immensely proud of her poet, and had little jubilees over 

the beautiful fulfillment of her prophecies, for even Aunt Plenty 

owned now with contrition that "the boy was not a fool." Every 

word of praise was read aloud on the housetops, so to speak, by 

happy Rose; every adverse criticism was hotly disputed; and the 

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