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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

perfectly impossible to keep any member of the family away on 

that great occasion. They came from all quarters in spite of express 

directions to the contrary, for the invalid was still very feeble and 

no excitement must be allowed. As if the wind carried the glad 

news, Uncle Jem came into port the night before; Will and 

Geordie got a leave on their own responsibility; Steve would have 

defied the entire faculty, had it been necessary; and Uncle Mac and 

Archie said simultaneously, "Business be hanged today." 

 

Of course the aunts arrived in all their best, all cautioning 

everybody else to keep quiet and all gabbling excitedly at the least 

provocation. Jamie suffered the most during that day, so divided 

was he between the desire to behave well and the frantic impulse 

to shout at the top of his voice, turn somersaults, and race all over 

the house. Occasional bolts into the barn, where he let off steam by 

roaring and dancing jigs, to the great dismay of the fat old horses 

and two sedate cows, helped him to get through that trying period. 

 

But the heart that was fullest beat and fluttered in Rose's bosom as 

she went about putting spring flowers everywhere; very silent, but 

so radiant with happiness that the aunts watched her, saying softly 

to one another, "Could an angel look sweeter?" 

 

If angels ever wore pale green gowns and snowdrops in their hair, 

had countenances full of serenest joy, and large eyes shining with 

an inward light that made them very lovely, then Rose did look 

like one. But she felt like a woman and well she might, for was not 

life very rich that day, when Uncle, friend, and lover were coming 

back to her together? Could she ask anything more, except the 

power to be to all of them the creature they believed her, and to 

return the love they gave her with one as faithful, pure, and deep? 

Among the portraits in the hall hung one of Dr. Alec, done soon 

after his return by Charlie in one of his brief fits of inspiration. 

Only a crayon, but wonderfully lifelike and carefully finished, as 

few of the others were. This had been handsomely framed and now 

held the place of honor, garlanded with green wreaths, while the 


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