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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

the pretty gifts and Christmas is a failure?" 

 

"Oh, no not for those whom nothing can make me doubt! It is 

sweeter than ever to make these things, because my heart is in 

every stitch and I know that, poor as they are, they will be dear to 

you, Aunty Plen, Aunt Jessie, Phebe, and the boys." 

 

She opened a drawer where lay a pile of pretty gifts, wrought with 

loving care by her own hands, touching them tenderly as she spoke 

and patting the sailor's knot of blue ribbon on one fat parcel with a 

smile that told how unshakable her faith in someone was. "But 

these," she said, pulling open another drawer and tossing over its 

gay contents with an air half sad, half scornful, "these I bought and 

give because they are expected. These people care only for a rich 

gift, not one bit for the giver, whom they will secretly abuse if she 

is not as generous as they expect. How can I enjoy that sort of 

thing, Uncle?" 

 

"You cannot, but perhaps you do some of them injustice, my dear. 

Don't let the envy or selfishness of a few poison your faith in all. 

Are you sure that none of these girls care for you?" he asked, 

reading a name here and there on the parcels scattered about. 

 

"I'm afraid I am. You see I heard several talking together the other 

evening at Annabel's, only a few words, but it hurt me very much, 

for nearly everyone was speculating on what I would give them 

and hoping it would be something fine. 'She's so rich she ought to 

be generous,' said one. 'I've been perfectly devoted to her for weeks 

and hope she won't forget it,' said another. 'If she doesn't give me 

some of her gloves, I shall think she's very mean, for she has 

heaps, and I tried on a pair in fun so she could see they fitted and 

take a hint,' added a third. I did take the hint, you see." And Rose 

opened a handsome box in which lay several pairs of her best 

gloves, with buttons enough to satisfy the heart of the most 

covetous. 

 

"Plenty of silver paper and perfume, but not much love went into 

that bundle, I fancy?" And Dr. Alec could not help smiling at the 

disdainful little gesture with which Rose pushed away the box. 

 

"Not a particle, nor in most of these. I have given them what they 


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