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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

it to be, and I rushed into a dark place behind the organ, feeling 

ready to kill myself. How angry and miserable I was! I set my 

teeth, clenched my hands, and vowed that I would do well next 

time or never sing another note. I was quite desperate when my 

turn came, and felt as if I could do almost anything, for I 

remembered that he was there. I'm not sure how it was, but it 

seemed as if I was all voice, for I let myself go, trying to forget 

everything except that two people must not be disappointed, 

though I died when the song was done." 

 

"Oh, Phebe, it was splendid! I nearly cried, I was so proud and glad 

to see you do yourself justice at last." 

 

"And he?" whispered Phebe, with her face half hidden on the arm 

of the chair. 

 

"Said not a word, but I saw his lips tremble and his eyes shine and 

I knew he was the happiest creature there, because I was sure he 

did think you fit to be his wife and did mean to speak very soon." 

 

Phebe made no answer for a moment, seeming to forget the small 

success in the greater one which followed and to comfort her sore 

heart with the knowledge that Rose was right. 

 

"He sent the flowers, he came for me, and, on the way home, 

showed me how wrong I had been to doubt him for an hour. Don't 

ask me to tell that part, but be sure I was the happiest creature in 

the world then." 

 

And Phebe hid her face again, all wet with tender tears that fell 

soft and sudden as a summer shower. 

 

Rose let them flow undisturbed while she silently caressed the bent 

head, wondering, with a wistful look in her own wet eyes, what 

this mysterious passion was which could so move, ennoble, and 

beautify the beings whom it blessed. 

 

An impertinent little clock upon the chimneypiece striking eleven 

broke the silence and reminded Phebe that she could not indulge in 

love dreams there. She started up, brushed off her tears, and said 

resolutely: "That is enough for tonight. Go happily to bed, and 

leave the troubles for tomorrow." 

 

"But, Phebe, I must know what you said," cried Rose, like a child 

defrauded of half its bedtime story. 

 

"I said, 'No.'" 

 

"Ah! But it will change to 'yes' by and by, I'm sure of that so I'll let 


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