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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

the house afire?" 

 

"No, ma'am, everything is safe, and I'm only saying good night," 

answered Mac, diving for his cap. 

 

"Then go at once and let that child have her sleep," added the old 

lady, retiring to her bed. 

 

Rose ran into the hall, and catching up her uncle's fur coat, met 

Mac as he came out of the study, absently looking about for his 

own. 

 

"You haven't any, you benighted boy! So take this, and have your 

wits about you next time or I won't let you off so easily," she said, 

holding up the heavy garment and peeping over it, with no sign of 

displeasure in her laughing eyes. 

 

"Next time! Then you do forgive me? You will try me again, and 

give me a chance to prove that I'm not a fool?" cried Mac, 

embracing the big coat with emotion. 

 

"Of course I will, and, so far from thinking you a fool, I was much 

impressed with your learning tonight and told Steve that we ought 

to be proud of our philosopher." 

 

"Learning be hanged! I'll show you that I'm not a bookworm but as 

much a man as any of them, and then you may be proud or not, as 

you like!" cried Mac with a defiant nod that caused the glasses to 

leap wildly off his nose as he caught up his hat and departed as he 

came. 

 

A day or two later Rose went to call upon Aunt Jane, as she 

dutifully did once or twice a week. On her way upstairs she heard a 

singular sound in the drawing room and involuntarily stopped to 

listen. 

 

"One, two, three, slide! One, two, three, turn! Now, then, come 

on!" said one voice impatiently. 

 

"It's very easy to say 'come on,' but what the dickens do I do with 

my left leg while I'm turning and sliding with my right?" 

demanded another voice in a breathless and mournful tone. 

 

Then the whistling and thumping went on more vigorously than 

before, and Rose, recognizing the voices, peeped through the 

half-open door to behold a sight which made her shake with 

suppressed laughter. Steve, with a red tablecloth tied around his 

waist, languished upon Mac's shoulder, dancing in perfect time to 

the air he whistled, for Dandy was proficient in the graceful art 

and plumed himself upon his skill. Mac, with a flushed face and 

dizzy eye, clutched his brother by the small of his back, vainly 


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