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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

 

"Like it! I'm so glad, so proud, I haven't any words strong and 

beautiful enough to half express my wonder and my admiration. 

How could you do it, Mac?" And a whole face full of smiles broke 

loose as Rose clapped her hands, looking as if she could dance 

with sheer delight. 

 

"It did itself, up there among the hills, and here with you, or out 

alone upon the sea. I could write a heavenly poem this very 

minute, and put you in as Spring you look like her in that green 

gown with snowdrops in your bonny hair. Rose, am I getting on a 

little? Does a hint of fame help me nearer to the prize I'm working 

for? Is your heart more willing to be won?" 

 

He did not stir a step, but looked at her with such intense longing 

that his glance seemed to draw her nearer like an irresistible 

appeal, for she went and stood before him, holding out both hands, 

as if she offered all her little store, as she said with simplest 

sincerity: "It is not worth so much beautiful endeavor, but if you 

still want so poor a thing, it is yours." 

 

He caught her hands in his and seemed about to take the rest of 

her, but hesitated for an instant, unable to believe that so much 

happiness was true. 

 

"Are you sure, Rose very sure? Don't let a momentary admiration 

blind you I'm not a poet yet, and the best are but mortal men, you 

know." 

 

"It is not admiration, Mac." 

 

"Nor gratitude for the small share I've taken in saving Uncle? I had 

my debt to pay, as well as Phebe, and was as glad to risk my life." 

 

"No it is not gratitude." 

 

"Nor pity for my patience? I've only done a little yet, and I am as 

far as ever from being like your hero. I can work and wait still 

longer if you are not sure, for I must have all or nothing." 

 

"Oh, Mac! Why will you be so doubtful? You said you'd make me 

love you, and you've done it. Will you believe me now?" And, with 

a sort of desperation, she threw herself into his arms, clinging 

there in eloquent silence while he held her close; feeling, with a 

thrill of tender triumph, that this was no longer little Rose, but a 

loving woman, ready to live and die for him. 

 

"Now I'm satisfied!" he said presently, when she lifted up her face, 


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