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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

wagging briskly. 

 

Rose laughed and let him fan her, leaning from his seat behind 

with the devoted air he always assumed in public, but her wounded 

feelings were not soothed and she continued to frown at the stout 

man on the left who had dared to say with a shrug and a glance at 

Phebe's next piece, "That young woman can no more sing this 

Italian thing than she can fly, and they ought not to let her attempt 

it." 

 

Phebe did, however, and suddenly changed the stout man's opinion 

by singing it grandly, for the consciousness of her first failure 

pricked her pride and spurred her to do her best with the calm sort 

of determination which conquers fear, fires ambition, and changes 

defeat to success. She looked steadily at Rose now, or the flushed, 

intent face beside her, and throwing all her soul into the task, let 

her voice ring out like a silver clarion, filling the great hall and 

setting the hearers' blood a-tingle with the exulting strain. 

 

That settled Phebe's fate as a cantatrice. The applause was genuine 

and spontaneous this time and broke out again and again with the 

generous desire to atone for former coldness. But she would not 

return, and the shadow of the great organ seemed to have 

swallowed her up, for no eye could find her, no pleasant clamor 

win her back. 

 

"Now I can die content," said Rose, beaming with heartfelt 

satisfaction while Archie looked steadfastly at his program, trying 

to keep his face in order, and the rest of the family assumed a 

triumphant air, as if they had never doubted from the first. 

 

"Very well, indeed," said the stout man with an approving nod. 

"Quite promising for a beginner. Shouldn't wonder if in time they 

made a second Cary or Kellogg of her." 

 

"Now you'll forgive him, won't you?" murmured Charlie in his 

cousin's ear. 

 

"Yes, and I'd like to pat him on the head. But take warning and 

never judge by first appearances again," whispered Rose, at peace 

now with all mankind. 

 

Phebe's last song was another ballad; she meant to devote her 

talent to that much neglected but always attractive branch of her 

art. It was a great surprise, therefore, to all but one person in the 


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