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Coming Home
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




The old glove lay upon the floor forgotten while Rose sat musing, 

till a quick step sounded in the hall and a voice drew near, 

tunefully humming. 


"As he was walkin' doun the street 

The city for to view, 

Oh, there he spied a bonny lass, 

The window lookin' through." 


"Sae licht he jumpèd up the stair, 

And tirled at the pin; 

Oh, wha sae ready as hersel' 

To let the laddie in?" 


sang Rose as the voice paused and a tap came at the door. 


"Good morning, Rosamunda, here are your letters, and your most 

devoted ready to execute any commissions you may have for him," 

was Charlie's greeting as he came in looking comely, gay, and 

debonair as usual. 


"Thanks. I've no errands unless you mail my replies, if these need 

answering, so by your leave, Prince," and Rose began to open the 

handful of notes he threw into her lap. 


"Ha! What sight is this to blast mine eyes?" ejaculated Charlie, as 

he pointed to the glove with a melodramatic start, for, like most 

accomplished amateur actors, he was fond of introducing private 

theatricals into his daily talk and conversation. 


"Uncle left it." 


"'Tis well. Methought perchance a rival had been here," and, 

picking it up, Charlie amused himself with putting it on the head 

of a little Psyche which ornamented the mantelpiece, softly singing 

as he did so, another verse of the old song: 


"He set his Jenny on his knee, 

All in his Highland dress; 

For brawly well he kenned the way 

To please a bonny lass." 


Rose went on reading her letters, but all the while was thinking of 

her conversation with her uncle as well as something else 

suggested by the newcomer and his ditty. 


During the three months since her return she had seen more of this 

cousin than any of the others, for he seemed to be the only one 

who had leisure to "play with Rose," as they used to say years ago. 

The other boys were all at work, even little Jamie, many of whose 

play hours were devoted to manful struggles with Latin grammar, 

the evil genius of his boyish life. Dr. Alec had many affairs to 

arrange after his long absence; Phebe was busy with her music; 

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