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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

I'm sure Aunt Jessie never could object if you loved Archie as he 

does you." 

 

"She has other hopes, I think, and kind as she is, it would be a 

disappointment if he brought me home. She is right, they all are, 

and I alone am to blame. I should have gone long ago I knew I 

should, but it was so pleasant, I couldn't bear to go away alone." 

 

"I kept you, and I am to blame if anyone, but indeed, dear Phebe, I 

cannot see why you should care even if Aunt Myra croaks and 

Aunt Clara exclaims or Aunt Jane makes disagreeable remarks. Be 

happy, and never mind them," cried Rose, so much excited by all 

this that she felt the spirit of revolt rise up within her and was 

ready to defy even that awe-inspiring institution "the family" for 

her friend's sake. 

 

But Phebe shook her head with a sad smile and answered, still 

with the hard tone in her voice as if forcing back all emotion that 

she might see her duty clearly: "You could do that, but I never can. 

Answer me this, Rose, and answer truly as you love me. If you had 

been taken into a house, a friendless, penniless, forlorn girl, and 

for years been heaped with benefits, trusted, taught, loved, and 

made, oh, so happy! could you think it right to steal away 

something that these good people valued very much? To have 

them feel that you had been ungrateful, had deceived them, and 

meant to thrust yourself into a high place not fit for you when they 

had been generously helping you in other ways, far more than you 

deserved. Could you then say as you do now, 'Be happy, and never 

mind them'?" 

 

Phebe held Rose by the shoulders now and searched her face so 

keenly that the other shrank a little, for the black eyes were full of 

fire and there was something almost grand about this girl who 

seemed suddenly to have become a woman. There was no need for 

words to answer the question so swiftly asked, for Rose put herself 

in Phebe's place in the drawing of a breath, and her own pride 

made her truthfully reply: "No I could not!" 

 

"I knew you'd say that, and help me do my duty." And all the 

coldness melted out of Phebe's manner as she hugged her little 

mistress close, feeling the comfort of sympathy even through the 


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