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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
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


Old Miss Campbell was nearly as great a favorite as young Miss 

Campbell, so a succession of black coats and white gloves flowed 

in and out of the hospitable mansion pretty steadily all day. The 

clan was out in great force, and came by in installments to pay 

their duty to Aunt Plenty and wish the compliments of the season 

to "our cousin." Archie appeared first, looking sad but steadfast, 

and went away with Phebe's letter in his left breast pocket feeling 

that life was still endurable, though his love was torn from him, for 

Rose had many comfortable things to say and read him delicious 

bits from the voluminous correspondence lately begun. 


Hardly was he gone when Will and Geordie came marching in, 

looking as fine as gray uniforms with much scarlet piping could 

make them and feeling peculiarly important, as this was their first 

essay in New Year's call-making. Brief was their stay, for they 

planned to visit every friend they had, and Rose could not help 

laughing at the droll mixture of manly dignity and boyish delight 

with which they drove off in their own carriage, both as erect as 

ramrods, arms folded, and caps stuck at exactly the same angle on 

each blond head. 


"Here comes the other couple Steve, in full feather, with a big 

bouquet for Kitty, and poor Mac, looking like a gentleman and 

feeling like a martyr, I'm sure," said Rose, watching one carriage 

turn in as the other turned out of the great gate, with its arch of 

holly, ivy, and evergreen. 


"Here he is. I've got him in tow for the day and want you to cheer 

him up with a word of praise, for he came without a struggle 

though planning to bolt somewhere with Uncle," cried Steve, 

falling back to display his brother, who came in looking 

remarkably well in his state and festival array, for polishing had 

begun to tell. 


"A happy New Year, Aunty, same to you, Cousin, and best wishes 

for as many more as you deserve," said Mac, heeding Steve no 

more than if he had been a fly as he gave the old lady a hearty kiss 

and offered Rose a quaint little nosegay of pansies. 


"Heart's-ease do you think I need it?" she asked, looking up with 

sudden sobriety. 


"We all do. Could I give you anything better on a day like this?" 

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