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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

the aforesaid curl, that Rose laughed in his face and added to his 

woe by handing him her cloak. He surveyed it gravely for a 

minute, then carefully put it on wrong side out and gave the 

swan's-down hood a good pull over the head, to the utter 

destruction of all smoothness to the curls inside. 

 

Rose uttered a cry and cast off the cloak, bidding him learn to do it 

properly, which he meekly did and then led her down the hall 

without walking on her skirts more than three times on the way. 

But at the door she discovered that she had forgotten her furred 

overshoes and bade Mac get them. 

 

"Never mind it's not wet," he said, pulling his cap over his eyes and 

plunging into his coat, regardless of the "elegancies" that afflicted 

him. 

 

"But I can't walk on cold stones with thin slippers, can I?" began 

Rose, showing him a little white foot. 

 

"You needn't, for there you are, my lady." And, unceremoniously 

picking her up, Mac landed her in the carriage before she could say 

a word. 

 

"What an escort!" she exclaimed in comic dismay, as she rescued 

her delicate dress from a rug in which he was about to tuck her up 

like a mummy. 

 

"It's 'only Mac,' so don't mind," and he cast himself into an 

opposite corner with the air of a man who had nerved himself to 

the accomplishment of many painful duties and was bound to do 

them or die. 

 

"But gentlemen don't catch up ladies like bags of meal and poke 

them into carriages in this way. It is evident that you need looking 

after, and it is high time I undertook your society manners. Now, 

do mind what you are about and don't get yourself or me into a 

scrape if you can help it," besought Rose, feeling that on many 

accounts she had gone further and fared worse. 

 

"I'll behave like a Turveydrop see if I don't." 

 

Mac's idea of the immortal Turveydrop's behavior seemed to be a 

peculiar one; for, after dancing once with his cousin, he left her to 

her own devices and soon forgot all about her in a long 

conversation with Professor Stumph, the learned geologist. Rose 

did not care, for one dance proved to her that that branch of Mac's 

education had been sadly neglected, and she was glad to glide 


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