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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

Chapter 12 AT KITTY'S BALL

 

 

Rose had no new gown to wear on this festive occasion, and gave 

one little sigh of regret as she put on the pale blue silk refreshed 

with clouds of gaze de Chambéry. But a smile followed, very 

bright and sweet, as she added the clusters of forget-me-not which 

Charlie had conjured up through the agency of an old German 

florist, for one part of her plan had been carried out, and Prince 

was invited to be her escort, much to his delight, though he wisely 

made no protestations of any sort and showed his gratitude by 

being a model gentleman. This pleased Rose, for the late 

humiliation and a very sincere desire to atone for it gave him an air 

of pensive dignity which was very effective. 

 

Aunt Clara could not go, for a certain new cosmetic, privately used 

to improve the once fine complexion, which had been her pride till 

late hours impaired it, had brought out an unsightly eruption, 

reducing her to the depths of woe and leaving her no solace for her 

disappointment but the sight of the elegant velvet dress spread 

forth upon her bed in melancholy state. 

 

So Aunt Jessie was chaperon, to Rose's great satisfaction, and 

looked as "pretty as a pink," Archie thought, in her matronly 

pearl-colored gown with a dainty trifle of rich lace on her still 

abundant hair. He was very proud of his little mama, and as 

devoted as a lover, "to keep his hand in against Phebe's return," she 

said laughingly when he brought her a nosegay of blush roses to 

light up her quiet costume. 

 

A happier mother did not live than Mrs. Jessie as she sat 

contentedly beside Sister Jane (who graced the frivolous scene in a 

serious black gown with a diadem of purple asters nodding above 

her severe brow), both watching their boys with the maternal 

conviction that no other parent could show such remarkable 

specimens as these. Each had done her best according to her light, 

and years of faithful care were now beginning to bear fruit in the 

promise of goodly men, so dear to the hearts of true mothers. 

 

Mrs. Jessie watched her three tall sons with something like 

wonder, for Archie was a fine fellow, grave and rather stately, but 

full of the cordial courtesy and respect we see so little of nowadays 


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