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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




"Please could I say one word?" was the question three times 

repeated before a rough head bobbed out from the grotto of books 

in which Mac usually sat when he studied. 


"Did anyone speak?" he asked, blinking in the flood of sunshine 

that entered with Rose. 


"Only three times, thank you. Don't disturb yourself, I beg, for I 

merely want to say a word," answered Rose as she prevented him 

from offering the easy chair in which he sat. 


"I was rather deep in a compound fracture and didn't hear. What 

can I do for you, Cousin?" And Mac shoved a stack of pamphlets 

off the chair near him with a hospitable wave of the hand that sent 

his papers flying in all directions. 


Rose sat down, but did not seem to find her "word" an easy one to 

utter, for she twisted her handkerchief about her fingers in 

embarrassed silence till Mac put on his glasses and, after a keen 

look, asked soberly: "Is it a splinter, a cut, or a whitlow, ma'am?" 


"It is neither. Do forget your tiresome surgery for a minute and be 

the kindest cousin that ever was," answered Rose, beginning rather 

sharply and ending with her most engaging smile. 


"Can't promise in the dark," said the wary youth. 


"It is a favor, a great favor, and one I don't choose to ask any of the 

other boys," answered the artful damsel. 


Mac looked pleased and leaned forward, saying more affably, 

"Name it, and be sure I'll grant it if I can." 


"Go with me to Mrs. Hope's party tomorrow night." 


"What!" And Mac recoiled as if she had put a pistol to his head. 


"I've left you in peace a long time, but it is your turn now, so do 

your duty like a man and a cousin." 


"But I never go to parties!" cried the unhappy victim in great 



"High time you began, sir." 


"But I don't dance fit to be seen." 


"I'll teach you." 


"My dress coat isn't decent, I know." 


"Archie will lend you one he isn't going." 


"I'm afraid there's a lecture that I ought not to cut." 


"No, there isn't I asked Uncle." 


"I'm always so tired and dull in the evening." 


"This sort of thing is just what you want to rest and freshen up your 



Mac gave a groan and fell back vanquished, for it was evident that 

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