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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

cabinet piano behind him, he sang in his best style the sweet old 

song: 

 

"Oh were thou in the cauld blast," 

 

dwelling with great effect, not only upon the tender assurance that 

"My plaid should shelter thee," 

 

but also that, even if a king, 

 

"The brightest jewel in my crown 

Wad be my queen, wad be my queen." 

 

It was very evident that Prince Charming had not gone 

troubadouring in vain, for Orpheus himself could not have restored 

harmony more successfully. The tuneful apology was accepted 

with a forgiving smile and a frank "I'm sorry I was cross, but you 

haven't forgotten how to tease, and I'm rather out of sorts today. 

Late hours don't agree with me." 

 

"Then you won't feel like going to Mrs. Hope's tomorrow, I'm 

afraid," and Charlie took up the last note with an expression of 

regret which was very flattering. 

 

"I must go, because it is made for me, but I can come away early 

and make up lost sleep. I do hate to be so fractious," and Rose 

rubbed the forehead that ached with too much racketing. 

 

"But the German does not begin till late I'm to lead and depend 

upon you. Just stay this once to oblige me," pleaded Charlie, for he 

had set his heart on distinguishing himself. 

 

"No I promised Uncle to be temperate in my pleasures and I must 

keep my word. I'm so well now, it would be very foolish to get ill 

and make him anxious not to mention losing my beauty, as you are 

good enough to call it, for that depends on health, you know." 

 

"But the fun doesn't begin till after supper. Everything will be 

delightful, I assure you, and we'll have a gay old time as we did 

last week at Emma's." 

 

"Then I certainly will not, for I'm ashamed of myself when I 

remember what a romp that was and how sober Uncle looked as he 

let me in at three in the morning, all fagged out my dress in rags, 

my head aching, my feet so tired that I could hardly stand, and 

nothing to show for five hours' hard work but a pocketful of 

bonbons, artificial flowers, and tissue-paper fool's caps. Uncle said 

I'd better put one on and go to bed, for I looked as though I'd been 

to a French bal masque. I never want to hear him say so again, and 


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