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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

instead of her cherished Toto," said Steve with an ecstatic twirl on 

the stool. 

 

"Did she seem to like your advice, Monsieur Malapropos?" asked 

Rose, wishing she had been there. 

 

"No, she gave a little shriek and said, 'Good gracious, Mr. 

Campbell, how droll you are! Take me to Mama, please,' which I 

did with a thankful heart. Catch me setting her pug's leg again," 

ended Mac with a grim shake of the head. 

 

"Never mind. You were unfortunate in your listener that time. 

Don't think all girls are so foolish. I can show you a dozen sensible 

ones who would discuss dress reform and charity with you and 

enjoy Greek tragedy if you did the chorus for them as you did for 

me," said Rose consolingly, for Steve would only jeer. 

 

"Give me a list of them, please, and I'll cultivate their 

acquaintance. A fellow must have some reward for making a 

teetotum of himself." 

 

"I will with pleasure; and if you dance well they will make it very 

pleasant for you, and you'll enjoy parties in spite of yourself." 

 

"I cannot be a 'glass of fashion and a mold of form' like Dandy 

here, but I'll do my best: only, if I had my choice, I'd much rather 

go round the streets with an organ and a monkey," answered Mac 

despondently. 

 

"Thank you kindly for the compliment," and Rose made him a low 

courtesy, while Steve cried, "Now you have done it!" in a tone of 

reproach which reminded the culprit, all too late, that he was 

Rose's chosen escort. 

 

"By the gods, so I have!" And casting away the newspaper with a 

gesture of comic despair, Mac strode from the room, chanting 

tragically the words of Cassandra, "'Woe! woe! O Earth! O 

Apollo! I will dare to die; I will accost the gates of Hades, and 

make my prayer that I may receive a mortal blow!'" 

 

 


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