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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

way she gathered her bits of thread into a tiny bag. He seldom 

spoke to her; never touched her basket, though he ravaged Rose's if 

he wanted string or scissors; very rarely ventured to bring her some 

curious or pretty thing when ships came in from China only sat and 

thought of her, imagined that this was his parlor, this her 

worktable, and they two sitting there alone a happy man and wife. 

 

At this stage of the little evening drama he would be conscious of 

such a strong desire to do something rash that he took refuge in a 

new form of intoxication and proposed music, sometimes so 

abruptly that Rose would pause in the middle of a sentence and 

look at him, surprised to meet a curiously excited look in the 

usually cool gray eyes. 

 

Then Phebe, folding up her work, would go to the piano, as if glad 

to find a vent for the inner life which she seemed to have no power 

of expressing except in song. Rose would follow to accompany 

her, and Archie, moving to a certain shady corner whence he could 

see Phebe's face as she sang, would give himself up to unmitigated 

rapture for half an hour. Phebe never sang so well as at such times, 

for the kindly atmosphere was like sunshine to a bird, criticisms 

were few and gentle, praises hearty and abundant, and she poured 

out her soul as freely as a spring gushes up when its hidden source 

is full. 

 

In moments such as these Phebe was beautiful with the beauty that 

makes a man's eye brighten with honest admiration and fills his 

heart with a sense of womanly nobility and sweetness. Little 

wonder, then, that the chief spectator of this agreeable tableau 

grew nightly more enamored, and while the elders were deep in 

whist, the young people were playing that still more absorbing 

game in which hearts are always trumps. 

 

Rose, having Dummy for a partner, soon discovered the fact and 

lately had begun to feel as she fancied Wall must have done when 

Pyramus wooed Thisbe through its chinks. She was a little startled 

at first, then amused, then anxious, then heartily interested, as 

every woman is in such affairs, and willingly continued to be a 

medium, though sometimes she quite tingled with the electricity 


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