Main  Contacts  
Table of contents
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




While the travelers unpack their trunks, we will pick up, as briefly 

as possible, the dropped stitches in the little romance we are 



Rose's life had been a very busy and quiet one for the four years 

following the May day when she made her choice. Study, exercise, 

housework, and many wholesome pleasures kept her a happy, 

hearty creature, yearly growing in womanly graces, yet always 

preserving the innocent freshness girls lose so soon when too early 

set upon the world's stage and given a part to play. 


Not a remarkably gifted girl in any way, and far from perfect; full 

of all manner of youthful whims and fancies; a little spoiled by 

much love; rather apt to think all lives as safe and sweet as her 

own; and, when want or pain appealed to her, the tender heart 

overflowed with a remorseful charity which gave of its abundance 

recklessly. Yet, with all her human imperfections, the upright 

nature of the child kept her desires climbing toward the just and 

pure and true, as flowers struggle to the light; and the woman's 

soul was budding beautifully under the green leaves behind the 

little thorns. 


At seventeen, Dr. Alec pronounced her ready for the voyage 

around the world, which he considered a better finishing off than 

any school could give her. But just then Aunt Peace began to fail 

and soon slipped quietly away to rejoin the lover she had waited 

for so long. Youth seemed to come back in a mysterious way to 

touch the dead face with lost loveliness, and all the romance of her 

past to gather around her memory. Unlike most aged women, her 

friends were among the young, and at her funeral the grayheads 

gave place to the band of loving girls who made the sweet old 

maiden ready for her rest, bore her pall, and covered her grave 

with the white flowers she had never worn. 


When this was over poor Aunt Plenty seemed so lost without her 

lifelong charge that Dr. Alec would not leave her, and Rose gladly 

paid the debt she owed by the tender service which comforts 

without words. But Aunt Plenty, having lived for others all her 

days, soon rebelled against this willing sacrifice, soon found 

strength in her own sincere piety, solace in cheerful occupation, 

Page 1 from 11: [1]  2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   Forward