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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

answered Mac with a sigh of relief, wiping his hot forehead. 

 

"But it is three miles at least each way, and twelve o'clock, and 

dark and cold. Oh, Mac! How could you!" exclaimed Rose, 

suddenly realizing what he had done as she heard his labored 

breathing, saw the state of the thin boots, and detected the absence 

of an overcoat. 

 

"Couldn't do less, could I?" asked Mac, leaning up against the door 

and trying not to pant. 

 

"There was no need of half killing yourself for such a trifle. You 

might have known I could take care of myself for once, at least, 

with so many friends about. Sit down this minute. Bring another 

cup, please, Phebe this boy isn't going home till he is rested and 

refreshed after such a run as that," commanded Rose. 

 

"Don't be good to me I'd rather take a scolding than a chair, and 

drink hemlock instead of chocolate if you happen to have any 

ready," answered Mac with a pathetic puff as he subsided onto the 

sofa and meekly took the draft Phebe brought him. 

 

"If you had anything the matter with your heart, sir, a race of this 

sort might be the death of you so never do it again," said Rose, 

offering her fan to cool his heated countenance. 

 

"Haven't got any heart." 

 

"Yes, you have, for I hear it beating like a trip-hammer, and it is 

my fault I ought to have stopped as we went by and told you I was 

all right." 

 

"It's the mortification, not the miles, that upsets me. I often take 

that run for exercise and think nothing of it but tonight I was so 

mad I made extra-good time, I fancy. Now don't you worry, but 

compose your mind and 'sip your dish of tea,' as Evelina says," 

answered Mac, artfully turning the conversation from himself. 

 

"What do you know about Evelina?" asked Rose in great surprise. 

 

"All about her. Do you suppose I never read a novel?" 

 

"I thought you read nothing but Greek and Latin, with an 

occasional glance at Websky's pseudophites and the monoclinics 

of Johanngeorgenstadt." 

 

Mac opened his eyes wide at this reply, then seemed to see the 

joke and joined in the laugh with such heartiness that Aunt Plenty's 

voice was heard demanding from above with sleepy anxiety: "Is 


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