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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

happy thing for those who have done so much for 

Your ever dutiful and loving 

 

PHEBE 

 

As Rose looked up from the letter, half stunned by the sudden 

news and the great danger, she found that the old lady had already 

stopped useless bewailing and was praying heartily, like one who 

knew well where help was to be found. Rose went and knelt down 

at her knee, laying her face on the clasped hands in her lap, and for 

a few minutes neither wept nor spoke. Then a stifled sob broke 

from the girl, and Aunt Plenty gathered the young head in her 

arms, saying, with the slow tears of age trickling down her own 

withered cheeks: "Bear up, my lamb, bear up. The good Lord won't 

take him from us I am sure and that brave child will be allowed to 

pay her debt to him. I feel she will." 

 

"But I want to help. I must go, Aunty, I must no matter what the 

danger is," cried Rose, full of a tender jealousy of Phebe for being 

first to brave peril for the sake of him who had been a father to 

them both. 

 

"You can't go, dear, it's no use now, and she is right to say, 'Keep 

away.' I know those fevers, and the ones who nurse often take it, 

and fare worse for the strain they've been through. Good girl to 

stand by so bravely, to be so sensible, and not let Mac go too near! 

She's a grand nurse Alec couldn't have a better, and she'll never 

leave him till he's safe," said Miss Plenty excitedly. 

 

"Ah, you begin to know her now, and value her as you ought. I 

think few would have done as she has, and if she does get ill and 

die, it will be our fault partly, because she'd go through fire and 

water to make us do her justice and receive her as we ought," cried 

Rose, proud of an example which she longed to follow. 

 

"If she brings my boy home, I'll never say another word. She may 

marry every nephew I've got, if she likes, and I'll give her my 

blessing," exclaimed Aunt Plenty, feeling that no price would be 

too much to pay for such a deed. 

 

Rose was going to clap her hands, but wrung them instead, 

remembering with a sudden pang that the battle was not over yet, 

and it was much too soon to award the honors. 

 

Before she could speak Uncle Mac and Aunt Jane hurried in, for 


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