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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

more interesting. How can I like or respect men who go on as 

some of them do and then imagine women can feel honored by the 

offer of their hands? Hearts are out of fashion, so they don't say 

much about them." 


"Ah, ha! That is the trouble, is it? And we begin to have delicate 

distresses, do we?" said Dr. Alec, glad to see her brightening and 

full of interest in the new topic, for he was a romantic old fellow, 

as he had confessed to his brother. 


Rose put down the glove and looked up with a droll mixture of 

amusement and disgust in her face. "Uncle, it is perfectly 

disgraceful! I've wanted to tell you, but I was ashamed, because I 

never could boast of such things as some girls do, and they were so 

absurd I couldn't feel as if they were worth repeating even to you. 

Perhaps I ought, though, for you may think it proper to command 

me to make a good match, and of course I should have to obey," 

she added, trying to look meek. 


"Tell, by all means. Don't I always keep your secrets and give you 

the best advice, like a model guardian? You must have a confidant, 

and where find a better one than here?" he asked, tapping his 

waistcoat with an inviting gesture. 


"Nowhere so I'll tell all but the names. I'd best be prudent, for I'm 

afraid you may get a little fierce you do sometimes when people 

vex me," began Rose, rather liking the prospect of a confidential 

chat with Uncle, for he had kept himself a good deal in the 

background lately. 


"You know our ideas are old-fashioned, so I was not prepared to 

have men propose at all times and places with no warning but a 

few smiles and soft speeches. I expected things of that sort would 

be very interesting and proper, not to say thrilling, on my part but 

they are not, and I find myself laughing instead of crying, feeling 

angry instead of glad, and forgetting all about it very soon. Why, 

Uncle, one absurd boy proposed when we'd met only half a dozen 

times. But he was dreadfully in debt, so that accounted for it 

perhaps." And Rose dusted her fingers, as if she had soiled them. 


"I know him, and I thought he'd do it," observed the doctor with a 

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