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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

 

"She ought to have gone long ago. I told Myra we should have 

trouble somewhere as soon as I saw what a good-looking creature 

she was, and here it is as bad as can be. Dear, dear! Why can't 

young people have a little prudence?" 

 

"I don't see that anyone need object if Uncle Jem and Aunt Jessie 

approve, and I do think it will be very, very unkind to scold poor 

Phebe for being well-bred, pretty, and good, after doing all we 

could to make her so." 

 

"Child, you don't understand these things yet, but you ought to feel 

your duty toward your family and do all you can to keep the name 

as honorable as it always has been. What do you suppose our 

blessed ancestress Lady Marget would say to our oldest boy taking 

a wife from the poorhouse?" 

 

As she spoke, Miss Plenty looked up, almost apprehensively, at 

one of the wooden-faced old portraits with which her room was 

hung, as if asking pardon of the severe-nosed matron who stared 

back at her from under the sort of blue dish cover which formed 

her headgear. 

 

"As Lady Marget died about two hundred years ago, I don't care a 

pin what she would say, especially as she looks like a very 

narrow-minded, haughty woman. But I do care very much what 

Miss Plenty Campbell says, for she is a very sensible, generous, 

discreet, and dear old lady who wouldn't hurt a fly, much less a 

good and faithful girl who has been a sister to me. Would she?" 

entreated Rose, knowing well that the elder aunt led all the rest 

more or less. 

 

But Miss Plenty had her cap on now and consequently felt herself 

twice the woman she was without it, so she not only gave it a 

somewhat belligerent air by setting it well up, but she shook her 

head decidedly, smoothed down her stiff white apron, and stood up 

as if ready for battle. 

 

"I shall do my duty, Rose, and expect the same of others. Don't say 

any more now I must turn the matter over in my mind, for it has 

come upon me suddenly and needs serious consideration." 

 

With which unusually solemn address she took up her keys and 

trotted away, leaving her niece to follow with an anxious 

countenance, uncertain whether her championship had done good 


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