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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
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

right upstairs and wished to be excused, please, being very tired." 


"That isn't at all like Phebe I hope she isn't ill," began Aunt Plenty, 

sitting down to toast her feet. 


"She may be a little hysterical, for she is a proud thing and 

represses her emotions as long as she can. I'll step up and see if she 

doesn't need a soothing draft of some sort." And Dr. Alec threw off 

his coat as he spoke. 


"No, no, she's only tired. I'll run up to her she won't mind me and 

I'll report if anything is amiss." 


Away went Rose, quite trembling with suspense, but Phebe's door 

was shut, no light shone underneath, and no sound came from the 

room within. She tapped and receiving no answer, went on to her 

own chamber, thinking to herself: "Love always makes people 

queer, I've heard, so I suppose they settled it all in the carriage and 

the dear thing ran away to think about her happiness alone. I'll not 

disturb her. Why, Phebe!" said Rose, surprised, for, entering her 

room, there was the cantatrice, busy about the nightly services she 

always rendered her little mistress. 


"I'm waiting for you, dear. Where have you been so long?" asked 

Phebe, poking the fire as if anxious to get some color into cheeks 

that were unnaturally pale. 


The instant she spoke Rose knew that something was wrong, and a 

glance at her face confirmed the fear. It was like a dash of cold 

water and quenched her happy fancies in a moment; but being a 

delicate-minded girl, she respected Phebe's mood and asked no 

questions, made no comments, and left her friend to speak or be 

silent as she chose. 


"I was so excited I would take a turn in the moonlight to calm my 

nerves. Oh, dearest Phebe, I am so glad, so proud, so full of 

wonder at your courage and skill and sweet ways altogether that I 

cannot half tell you how I love and honor you!" she cried, kissing 

the white cheeks with such tender warmth they could not help 

glowing faintly as Phebe held her little mistress close, sure that 

nothing could disturb this innocent affection. 


"It is all your work, dear, because but for you I might still be 

scrubbing floors and hardly dare to dream of anything like this," 

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