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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

wanted and taken back the confidence and respect they didn't care 

for. It is wrong, I know, but I can't bear to think all the seeming 

goodwill and friendliness I've been enjoying was insincere and for 

a purpose. That's not the way I treat people." 

 

"I am sure of it. Take things for what they are worth, dear, and try 

to find the wheat among the tares, for there is plenty if one knows 

how to look. Is that all the trouble?" 

 

"No, sir, that is the lightest part of it. I shall soon get over my 

disappointment in those girls and take them for what they are 

worth as you advise, but being deceived in them makes me 

suspicious of others, and that is hateful. If I cannot trust people I'd 

rather keep by myself and be happy. I do detest maneuvering and 

underhanded plots and plans!" 

 

Rose spoke petulantly and twitched her silk till it broke, while 

regret seemed to give place to anger as she spoke. 

 

"There is evidently another thorn pricking. Let us have it out, and 

then I'll kiss the place to make it well as I used to do when I took 

the splinters from the fingers you are pricking so unmercifully," 

said the doctor, anxious to relieve his pet patient as soon as 

possible. 

 

Rose laughed, but the color deepened in her cheeks as she 

answered with a pretty mixture of maidenly shyness and natural 

candor. 

 

"Aunt Clara worries me by warning me against half the young men 

I meet and insisting that they want only my money. Now that is 

dreadful, and I won't listen, but I can't help thinking of it 

sometimes, for they are very kind to me and I'm not vain enough to 

think it is my beauty. I suppose I am foolish, but I do like to feel 

that I am something besides an heiress." 

 

The little quiver was in Rose's voice again as she ended, and Dr. 

Alec gave a quick sigh as he looked at the downcast face so full of 

the perplexity ingenuous spirits feel when doubt first mars their 

faith and dims the innocent beliefs still left from childhood. He 

had been expecting this and knew that what the girl just began to 

perceive and try modestly to tell had long ago been plain to 

worldlier eyes. The heiress was the attraction to most of the young 


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