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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

whole family was in a great state of pleasant excitement over this 

unexpectedly successful first flight of the Ugly Duckling, now 

generally considered by his relatives as the most promising young 

swan of the flock. 

 

Aunt Jane was particularly funny in her new position of mother to 

a callow poet and conducted herself like a proud but bewildered 

hen when one of her brood takes to the water. She pored over the 

poems, trying to appreciate them but quite failing to do so, for life 

was all prose to her, and she vainly tried to discover where Mac 

got his talent from. It was pretty to see the new respect with which 

she treated his possessions now; the old books were dusted with a 

sort of reverence; scraps of paper were laid carefully by lest some 

immortal verse be lost; and a certain shabby velvet jacket fondly 

smoothed when no one was by to smile at the maternal pride with 

filled her heart and caused her once severe countenance to shine 

with unwonted benignity. 

 

Uncle Mac talked about "my son" with ill-concealed satisfaction, 

and evidently began to feel as if his boy was going to confer 

distinction upon the whole race of Campbell, which had already 

possessed one poet. Steve exulted with irrepressible delight and 

went about quoting Songs and Sonnets till he bored his friends 

dreadfully by his fraternal raptures. 

 

Archie took it more quietly, and even suggested that it was too 

soon to crow yet, for the dear old fellow's first burst might be his 

last, since it was impossible to predict what he would do next. 

Having proved that he could write poetry, he might drop it for 

some new world to conquer, quoting his favorite Thoreau, who, 

having made a perfect pencil, gave up the business and took to 

writing books with the sort of indelible ink which grows clearer 

with time. 

 

The aunts of course had their "views," and enjoyed much prophetic 

gossip as they wagged their caps over many social cups of tea. The 

younger boys thought it "very jolly," and hoped the Don would "go 

ahead and come to glory as soon as possible," which was all that 

could by expected of "Young America," with whom poetry is not 

usually a passion. 


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