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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

a word, or some little thing but I won't have it, and the best way to 

cure him is to put it out of his power to annoy me so." 

 

"He is a great flirt and wants to teach you how, I suppose. I'll speak 

to him if you like and tell him you don't want to learn. Shall I?" 

asked Mac, finding the case rather an interesting one. 

 

"No, thank you that would only make trouble. If you will kindly 

play escort a few times, it will show Charlie that I am in earnest 

without more words and put a stop to the gossip," said Rose, 

coloring like a poppy at the recollection of what she heard one 

young man whisper to another as Charlie led her through a 

crowded supper room with his most devoted air, "Lucky dog! He is 

sure to get the heiress, and we are nowhere." 

 

"There's no danger of people gossiping about us, is there?" And 

Mac looked up with the oddest of all his odd expressions. 

 

"Of course not you're only a boy." 

 

"I'm twenty-one, thank you, and Prince is but a couple of years 

older," said Mac, promptly resenting the slight put upon his 

manhood. 

 

"Yes, but he is like other young men, while you are a dear old 

bookworm. No one would ever mind what you did, so you may go 

to parties with me every night and not a word would be said or, if 

there was, I shouldn't mind since it is 'only Mac,'" answered Rose, 

smiling as she quoted a household phrase often used to excuse his 

vagaries. 

 

"Then I am nobody?" he said, lifting his brows as if the discovery 

surprised and rather nettled him. 

 

"Nobody in society as yet, but my very best cousin in private, and 

I've just proved my regard by making you my confidant and 

choosing you for my knight," said Rose, hastening to soothe the 

feelings her careless words seemed to have ruffled slightly. 

 

"Much good that is likely to do me," grumbled Mac. 

 

"You ungrateful boy, not to appreciate the honor I've conferred 

upon you! I know a dozen who would be proud of the place, but 

you only care for compound fractures, so I won't detain you any 

longer, except to ask if I may consider myself provided with an 

escort for tomorrow night?" said Rose, a trifle hurt at his 

indifference, for she was not used to refusals. 


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