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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

Stop your ears if you like, but don't fail to applaud or the ladies 

will never forgive you." 

 

Chat of this sort went on briskly while fans waved, programs 

rustled, and ushers flew about distractedly, till an important 

gentleman appeared, made his bow, skipped upon the leader's 

stand, and with a wave of his baton caused a general uprising of 

white pinafores as the orphans led off with that much-enduring 

melody "America" in shrill small voices, but with creditable 

attention to time and tune. Pity and patriotism produced a generous 

round of applause, and the little girls sat down, beaming with 

innocent satisfaction. 

 

An instrumental piece followed, and then a youthful gentleman, 

with his hair in picturesque confusion, and what his friends called 

a "musical brow," bounded up the steps and, clutching a roll of 

music with a pair of tightly gloved hands, proceed to inform the 

audience, in a husky tenor voice, that "It was a lovely violet." 

 

What else the song contained in the way of sense or sentiment it 

was impossible to discover as the three pages of music appeared to 

consist of variations upon that one line, ending with a prolonged 

quaver which flushed the musical brow and left the youth quite 

breathless when he made his bow. 

 

"Now she's coming! Oh, Uncle, my heart beats as if it were 

myself!" whispered Rose, clutching Dr. Alec's arm with a little 

gasp as the piano was rolled forward, the leader's stand pushed 

back, and all eyes turned toward the anteroom door. 

 

She forgot to glance at Archie, and it was as well perhaps, for his 

heart was thumping almost audibly as he waited for his Phebe. Not 

from the anteroom, but out among the children, where she had sat 

unseen in the shadow of the organ, came stately Phebe in her 

wine-colored dress, with no ornament but her fine hair and a white 

flower at her throat. Very pale, but quite composed, apparently, for 

she stepped slowly through the narrow lane of upturned faces, 

holding back her skirts lest they should rudely brush against some 

little head. Straight to the front she went, bowed hastily, and, with 

a gesture to the accompanist, stood waiting to begin, her eyes fixed 


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