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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

though not surprised that she still looked with regretful eyes at the 

Vanity Fair, always so enticing when we are young. 

 

"I'll give it today, and make the new year a happy one to those poor 

souls at least. I'm so sorry that it's impossible for me to go with 

you, but you know I must help Aunty Plen receive. We haven't 

been here for so long that she had set her heart on having a grand 

time today, and I particularly want to please her because I have not 

been as amiable as I ought lately. I really couldn't forgive her for 

siding against Phebe." 

 

"She did what she thought was right, so we must not blame her. I 

am going to make my New Year's calls today and, as my friends 

live down that way, I'll get the list of names from Mrs. G. and tell 

the poor ladies, with Miss Campbell's compliments, that their new 

home is ready. Shall I?" 

 

"Yes, Uncle, but take all the credit to yourself, for I never should 

have thought of it if you had not proposed the plan." 

 

"Bless your heart! I'm only your agent, and suggest now and then. 

I've nothing to offer but advice, so I lavish that on all occasions." 

 

"You have nothing because you've given your substance all away 

as generously as you do your advice. Never mind you shall never 

come to want while I live. I'll save enough for us two, though I do 

make 'ducks and drakes of my fortune.'" 

 

Dr. Alec laughed at the toss of the head with which she quoted 

Charlie's offensive words, then offered to take the letter, saying, as 

he looked at his watch: "I'll post that for you in time for the early 

mail. I like a run before breakfast." 

 

But Rose held her letter fast, dimpling with sudden smiles, half 

merry and half shy. 

 

"No thank you, sir. Archie likes to do that, and never fails to call 

for all I write. He gets a peep at Phebe's in return and I cheer him 

up a bit, for, though he says nothing, he has a hard time of it, poor 

fellow." 

 

"How many letters in five days?" 

 

"Four, sir, to me. She doesn't write to him, Uncle." 

 

"As yet. Well, you show hers, so it's all right and you are a set of 

sentimental youngsters." And the doctor walked away, looking as 

if he enjoyed the sentiment as much as any of them. 


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