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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

added, running to admit him, for Jane was slow and the night as 

bitter as it was brilliant. 

 

A voice answered, "Yes." And as the door swung open, in walked, 

not Dr. Alec, but Charlie, who immediately took one of the hall 

chairs and sat there with his hat on, rubbing his gloveless hands 

and blinking as if the light dazzled him, as he said in a rapid, 

abrupt sort of tone, "I told you I'd come left the fellows keeping it 

up gloriously going to see the old year out, you know. But I 

promised never break my word and here I am. Angel in blue, did 

you slay your thousands?" 

 

"Hush! The waiters are still about. Come to the study fire and 

warm yourself, you must be frozen," said Rose, going before to roll 

up the easy chair. 

 

"Not at all never warmer looks very comfortable, though. Where's 

Uncle?" asked Charlie, following with his hat still on, his hands in 

his pockets, and his eye fixed steadily on the bright head in front of 

him. 

 

"Aunt Myra sent for him, and I was waiting up to see how she 

was," answered Rose, busily mending the fire. 

 

Charlie laughed and sat down upon a corner of the library table. 

"Poor old soul! What a pity she doesn't die before he is quite worn 

out. A little too much ether some of these times would send her off 

quite comfortably, you know." 

 

"Don't speak in that way. Uncle says imaginary troubles are often 

as hard to bear as real ones," said Rose, turning around displeased. 

 

Till now she had not fairly looked at him, for recollections of the 

morning made her a little shy. His attitude and appearance 

surprised her as much as his words, and the quick change in her 

face seemed to remind him of his manners. Getting up, he hastily 

took off his hat and stood looking at her with a curiously fixed yet 

absent look as he said in the same rapid, abrupt way, as if, when 

once started, he found it hard to stop, "I beg pardon only joking 

very bad taste I know, and won't do it again. The heat of the room 

makes me a little dizzy, and I think I got a chill coming out. It is 

cold I am frozen, I daresay though I drove like the devil." 

 

"Not that bad horse of yours, I hope? I know it is dangerous, so late 


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