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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

always loop theirs up. I have none at all, so that trouble is gone and 

the music will make it much easier to keep step. Just do as I tell 

you, and you'll go beautifully after a few turns." 


"I will, I will! Pipe up, Steve! Now, Rose!" And, brushing his hair 

out of his eyes with an air of stern determination, Mac grasped 

Rose and returned to the charge bent on distinguishing himself if 

he died in the attempt. 


The second lesson prospered, for Steve marked the time by a series 

of emphatic bangs; Mac obeyed orders as promptly as if his life 

depended on it; and, after several narrow escapes at exciting 

moments, Rose had the satisfaction of being steered safely down 

the room and landed with a grand pirouette at the bottom. Steve 

applauded, and Mac, much elated, exclaimed with artless candor: 

"There really is a sort of inspiration about you, Rose. I always 

detested dancing before, but now, do you know, I rather like it." 


"I knew you would, only you mustn't stand with your arm round 

your partner in this way when you are done. You must seat and fan 

her, if she likes it," said Rose, anxious to perfect a pupil who 

seemed so lamentably in need of a teacher. 


"Yes, of course, I know how they do it." And, releasing his cousin, 

Mac raised a small whirlwind around her with a folded newspaper, 

so full of zeal that she had not the heart to chide him again. 


"Well done, old fellow. I begin to have hopes of you and will order 

you a new dress coat at once, since you are really going in for the 

proprieties of life," said Steve from the music stool, with the 

approving nod of one who was a judge of said proprieties. "Now, 

Rose, if you will just coach him a little in his small talk, he won't 

make a laughingstock of himself as he did the other night," added 

Steve. "I don't mean his geological gabble that was bad enough, 

but his chat with Emma Curtis was much worse. Tell her, Mac, 

and see if she doesn't think poor Emma had a right to think you a 

first-class bore." 


"I don't see why, when I merely tried to have a little sensible 

conversation," began Mac with reluctance, for he had been 

unmercifully chaffed by his cousins, to whom his brother had 

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