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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

moved look on her face that showed how glad and grateful she 

was, till a sudden hush came; then, as if inspired by the memory of 

the cause that brought her there, she looked down into the sea of 

friendly faces before her, with no trace of fear in her own, and 

sang the song that never will grow old. 

 

That went straight to the hearts of those who heard her, for there 

was something inexpressibly touching in the sight of this 

sweet-voiced woman singing of home for the little creatures who 

were homeless, and Phebe made her tuneful plea irresistible by an 

almost involuntary gesture of the hands which had hung loosely 

clasped before her till, with the last echo of the beloved word, they 

fell apart and were half outstretched, as if pleading to be filled. 

 

It was the touch of nature that works wonders, for it made full 

purses suddenly weigh heavily in pockets slow to open, brought 

tears to eyes unused to weep, and caused that group of red-gowned 

girls to grow very pathetic in the sight of fathers and mothers who 

had left little daughters safe asleep at home. This was evident from 

the stillness that remained unbroken for an instant after Phebe 

ended; and before people could get rid of their handkerchiefs she 

would have been gone if the sudden appearance of a mite in a 

pinafore, climbing up the stairs from the anteroom with a great 

bouquet grasped in both hands, had not arrested her. 

 

Up came the little creature, intent on performing the mission for 

which rich bribes of sugarplums had been promised, and trotting 

bravely across the stage, she held up the lovely nosegay, saying in 

her baby voice, "Dis for you, ma'am." Then, startled by the sudden 

outburst of applause, she hid her face in Phebe's gown and began 

to sob with fright. 

 

An awkward minute for poor Phebe, but she showed unexpected 

presence of mind and left behind her a pretty picture of the oldest 

and youngest orphan as she went quickly down the step, smiling 

over the great bouquet with the baby on her arm. 

 

Nobody minded the closing piece, for people began to go, sleepy 

children to be carried off, and whispers grew into a buzz of 

conversation. In the general confusion Rose looked to see if Steve 


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