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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

much in spite of their nearsightedness. What use he meant to make 

of these new experiences no one knew, for he wrote short letters 

and, when questioned, answered with imperturbable patience: 

"Wait till I get through; then I'll come home and talk about it." 


So everyone waited for the poet, till something happened which 

produced a greater sensation in the family than if all the boys had 

simultaneously taken to rhyming. 


Dr. Alec got very impatient and suddenly announced that he was 

going to L to see after those young people, for Phebe was rapidly 

singing herself into public favor with the sweet old ballads which 

she rendered so beautifully that hearers were touched as well as 

ears delighted, and her prospects brightened every month. 


"Will you come with me, Rose, and surprise this ambitious pair 

who are getting famous so fast they'll forget their homekeeping 

friends if we don't remind them of us now and then?" he said when 

he proposed the trip one wild March morning. 


"No, thank you, sir I'll stay with Aunty; that is all I'm fit for and I 

should only be in the way among those fine people," answered 

Rose, snipping away at the plants blooming in the study window. 


There was a slight bitterness in her voice and a cloud on her face, 

which her uncle heard and saw at once, half guessed the meaning 

of, and could not rest till he had found out. 


"Do you think Phebe and Mac would not care to see you?" he 

asked, putting down a letter in which Mac gave a glowing account 

of a concert at which Phebe surpassed herself. 


"No, but they must be very busy," began Rose, wishing she had 

held her tongue. 


"Then what is the matter?" persisted Dr. Alec. 


Rose did not speak for a moment, and decapitated two fine 

geraniums with a reckless slash of her scissors, as if pent-up 

vexation of some kind must find a vent. It did in words also, for, as 

if quite against her will, she exclaimed impetuously: "The truth is, 

I'm jealous of them both!" 


"Bless my soul! What now?" ejaculated the doctor in great 



Rose put down her water pot and shears, came and stood before 

him with her hands nervously twisted together, and said, just as 

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