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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

shrug. 

 

"You see and know everything, so there's no need of going on, is 

there?" 

 

"Do, do! Who else? I won't even guess." 

 

"Well, another went down upon his knees in Mrs. Van's 

greenhouse and poured forth his passion manfully, with a great 

cactus pricking his poor legs all the while. Kitty found him there, 

and it was impossible to keep sober, so he has hated me ever 

since." 

 

The doctor's "Ha! Ha!" was good to hear, and Rose joined him, for 

it was impossible to regard these episodes seriously, since no true 

sentiment redeemed them from absurdity. 

 

"Another sent me reams of poetry and went on so Byronically that 

I began to wish I had red hair and my name was Betsy Ann. I burnt 

all the verses, so don't expect to see them, and he, poor fellow, is 

consoling himself with Emma. But the worst of all was the one 

who would make love in public and insisted on proposing in the 

middle of a dance. I seldom dance round dances except with our 

boys, but that night I did because the girls laughed at me for being 

so 'prudish,' as they called it. I don't mind them now, for I found I 

was right, and felt that I deserved my fate." 

 

"Is that all?" asked her uncle, looking "fierce," as she predicted, at 

the idea of his beloved girl obliged to listen to a declaration, 

twirling on the arm of a lover. 

 

"One more but him I shall not tell about, for I know he was in 

earnest and really suffered, though I was as kind as I knew how to 

be. I'm young in these things yet, so I grieved for him, and treat his 

love with the tenderest respect." 

 

Rose's voice sank almost to a whisper as she ended, and Dr. Alec 

bent his head, as if involuntarily saluting a comrade in misfortune. 

Then he got up, saying with a keen look into the face he lifted by a 

finger under the chin: "Do you want another three months of this?" 

 

"I'll tell you on New Year's Day, Uncle." 

 

"Very well. Try to keep a straight course, my little captain, and if 

you see dirty weather ahead, call on your first mate." 

 

"Aye, aye, sir. I'll remember." 


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