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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

great Indian jar below blazed with a pyramid of hothouse flowers 

sent by Kitty. Rose was giving these a last touch, with Dulce close 

by, cooing over a handful of sweet "daffydowndillies," when the 

sound of wheels sent her flying to the door. She meant to have 

spoken the first welcome and had the first embrace, but when she 

saw the altered face in the carriage, the feeble figure being borne 

up the steps by all the boys, she stood motionless till Phebe caught 

her in her arms, whispering with a laugh and a cry struggling in her 

voice: "I did it for you, my darling, all for you!" 

 

"Oh, Phebe, never say again you owe me anything! I never can 

repay you for this," was all Rose had time to answer as they stood 

one instant cheek to cheek, heart to heart, both too full of 

happiness for many words. 

 

Aunt Plenty had heard the wheels also and, as everybody rose en 

masse, had said as impressively as extreme agitation would allow, 

while she put her glasses on upside down and seized a lace tidy 

instead of her handkerchief: "Stop! All stay here, and let me 

receive Alec. Remember his weak state, and be calm, quite calm, 

as I am.' 

 

"Yes, Aunt, certainly," was the general murmur of assent, but it 

was as impossible to obey as it would have been to keep feathers 

still in a gale, and one irresistible impulse carried the whole 

roomful into the hall to behold Aunt Plenty beautifully illustrating 

her own theory of composure by waving the tidy wildly, rushing 

into Dr. Alec's arms, and laughing and crying with a hysterical 

abandonment which even Aunt Myra could not have surpassed. 

 

The tearful jubilee was soon over, however, and no one seemed 

the worse for it, for the instant his arms were at liberty, Dr. Alec 

forgot himself and began to make other people happy by saying 

seriously, though his thin face beamed paternally, as he drew 

Phebe forward: "Aunt Plenty, but for this good daughter I never 

should have come back to be so welcomed. Love her for my sake." 

 

Then the old lady came out splendidly and showed her mettle, for, 

turning to Phebe, she bowed her gray head as if saluting an equal 

and, offering her hand, answered with repentance, admiration, and 


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