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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

 

"If I may hope for the honor." And, rising, he made her a bow 

which was such a capital imitation of Charlie's grand manner that 

she forgave him at once, exclaiming with amused surprise: "Why, 

Mac! I didn't know you could be so elegant!" 

 

"A fellow can be almost anything he likes if he tries hard enough," 

he answered, standing very straight and looking so tall and 

dignified that Rose was quite impressed, and with a stately 

courtesy she retired, saying graciously: "I accept with thanks. Good 

morning, Dr. Alexander Mackenzie Campbell." 

 

When Friday evening came and word was sent up that her escort 

had arrived, Rose ran down, devoutly hoping that he had not come 

in a velveteen jacket, top-boots, black gloves, or made any trifling 

mistake of that sort. A young gentleman was standing before the 

long mirror, apparently intent upon the arrangement of his hair, 

and Rose paused suddenly as her eye went from the glossy 

broadcloth to the white-gloved hands, busy with an unruly lock 

that would not stay in place. 

 

"Why, Charlie, I thought " she began with an accent of surprise in 

her voice, but got no further, for the gentleman turned and she 

beheld Mac in immaculate evening costume, with his hair parted 

sweetly on his brow, a superior posy at his buttonhole, and the 

expression of a martyr on his face. 

 

"Ah, don't you wish it was? No one but yourself to thank that it 

isn't he. Am I right? Dandy got me up, and he ought to know what 

is what," demanded Mac, folding his hands and standing as stiff as 

a ramrod. 

 

"You are so regularly splendid that I don't know you." 

 

"Neither do I." 

 

"I really had no idea you could look so like a gentleman," added 

Rose, surveying him with great approval. 

 

"Nor that I could feel so like a fool." 

 

"Poor boy! He does look rather miserable. What can I do to cheer 

him up in return for the sacrifice he is making?" 

 

"Stop calling me a boy. It will soothe my agony immensely and 

give me courage to appear in a low-necked coat and curl on my 

forehead, for I'm not used to such elegancies and I find them no 

end of a trial." 

 

Mac spoke in such a pathetic tone, and gave such a gloomy glare at 


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