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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

that affectionate alacrity which makes the smallest service sweet. 

 

"My Lady Bountiful is hard at work, I see. Can I help in any way?" 

he asked, glancing at the display before him. 

 

"No, thank you, unless you can make me as full of interest and 

pleasure in these things as I used to be. Don't you think preparing 

presents a great bore, except for those you love and who love 

you?" she added in a tone which had a slight tremor in it as she 

uttered the last words. 

 

"I don't give to people whom I care nothing for. Can't do it, 

especially at Christmas, when goodwill should go into everything 

one does. If all these 'pretties' are for dear friends, you must have a 

great many." 

 

"I thought they were friends, but I find many of them are not, and 

that's the trouble, sir." 

 

"Tell me all about it, dear, and let the old glove go," he said, sitting 

down beside her with his most sympathetic air. 

 

But she held the glove fast, saying eagerly, "No, no, I love to do 

this! I don't feel as if I could look at you while I tell what a bad, 

suspicious girl I am," she added, keeping her eyes on her work. 

 

"Very well, I'm ready for confessions of any iniquity and glad to 

get them, for sometimes lately I've seen a cloud in my girl's eyes 

and caught a worried tone in her voice. Is there a bitter drop in the 

cup that promised to be so sweet, Rose?" 

 

"Yes, Uncle. I've tried to think there was not, but it is there, and I 

don't like it. I'm ashamed to tell, and yet I want to, because you 

will show me how to make it sweet or assure me that I shall be the 

better for it, as you used to do when I took medicine." 

 

She paused a minute, sewing swiftly; then out came the trouble all 

in one burst of girlish grief and chagrin. 

 

"Uncle, half the people who are so kind to me don't care a bit for 

me, but for what I can give them, and that makes me unhappy, 

because I was so glad and proud to be liked. I do wish I hadn't a 

penny in the world, then I should know who my true friends were." 

 

"Poor little lass! She has found out that all that glitters is not gold, 

and the disillusion has begun," said the doctor to himself, adding 

aloud, smiling yet pitiful, "And so all the pleasure is gone out of 


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