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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

on the great gilt clock at the opposite end of the hall. 

 

They never wandered from that point while she sang, but as she 

ended they dropped for an instant on an eager, girlish countenance 

bending from a front seat; then, with her hasty little bow, she went 

quickly back among the children, who clapped and nodded as she 

passed, well pleased with the ballad she had sung. 

 

Everyone courteously followed their example, but there was no 

enthusiasm, and it was evident that Phebe had not produced a 

particularly favorable impression. 

 

"Never sang so badly in her life," muttered Charlie irefully. 

 

"She was frightened, poor thing. Give her time, give her time," 

said Uncle Mac kindly. 

 

"I know she was, and I glared like a gorgon, but she never looked 

at me," added Steve, smoothing his gloves and his brows at the 

same time. 

 

"That first song was the hardest, and she got through much better 

than I expected," put in Dr. Alec, bound not to show the 

disappointment he felt. 

 

"Don't be troubled. Phebe has courage enough for anything, and 

she'll astonish you before the evening's over," prophesied Mac with 

unabated confidence, for he knew something the rest did not. 

 

Rose said nothing, but under cover of her burnous gave Archie's 

hand a sympathetic squeeze, for his arms were unfolded now, as if 

the strain was over, and one lay on his knee while with the other he 

wiped his hot forehead with an air of relief. 

 

Friends about them murmured complimentary fibs and affected 

great delight and surprise at Miss Moore's "charming style," 

"exquisite simplicity," and "undoubted talent." But strangers freely 

criticized, and Rose was so indignant at some of their remarks, she 

could not listen to anything on the stage, though a fine overture 

was played, a man with a remarkable bass voice growled and 

roared melodiously, and the orphans sang a lively air with a chorus 

of "Tra, la, la," which was a great relief to little tongues unused to 

long silence. 

 

"I've often heard that women's tongues were hung in the middle 

and went at both ends now I'm sure of it," whispered Charlie, 

trying to cheer her up by pointing out the comical effect of some 

seventy-five open mouths in each of which the unruly member was 


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