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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

betrayed him. 


"What did you say? I won't laugh if I can help it," said Rose, 

curious to hear, for Steve's eyes were twinkling with fun. 


"Well, I knew she was fond of theaters, so I tried that first and got 

on pretty well till I began to tell her how they managed those 

things in Greece. Most interesting subject, you know?" 


"Very. Did you give her one of the choruses or a bit of 

Agamemnon, as you did when you described it to me?" asked 

Rose, keeping sober with difficulty as she recalled that serio-comic 



"Of course not, but I was advising her to read Prometheus when 

she gaped behind her fan and began to talk about Phebe. What a 

'nice creature' she was, 'kept her place,' dressed according to her 

station, and that sort of twaddle. I suppose it was rather rude, but 

being pulled up so short confused me a bit, and I said the first 

thing that came into my head, which was that I thought Phebe the 

best-dressed woman in the room because she wasn't all fuss and 

feathers like most of the girls." 


"Oh, Mac! That to Emma, who makes it the labor of her life to be 

always in the height of fashion and was particularly splendid that 

night. What did she say?" cried Rose, full of sympathy for both 



"She bridled and looked daggers at me." 


"And what did you do?" 


"I bit my tongue and tumbled out of one scrape into another. 

Following her example, I changed the subject by talking about the 

charity concert for the orphans, and when she gushed about the 

'little darlings,' I advised her to adopt one and wondered why 

young ladies didn't do that sort of thing, instead of cuddling cats 

and lapdogs." 


"Unhappy boy! Her pug is the idol of her life, and she hates 

babies," said Rose. 


"More fool she! Well, she got my opinion on the subject, anyway, 

and she's very welcome, for I went on to say that I thought it would 

not only be a lovely charity, but excellent training for the time 

when they had little darlings of their own. No end of poor things 

die through the ignorance of mothers, you know," added Mac, so 

seriously that Rose dared not smile at what went before. 


"Imagine Emma trotting round with a pauper baby under her arm 

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