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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 22 SHORT AND SWEET

 

 

In the hall she found Steve and Kitty, for he had hidden his little 

sweetheart behind the big couch, feeling that she had a right there, 

having supported his spirits during the late anxiety with great 

constancy and courage. They seemed so cozy, billing and cooing in 

the shadow of the gay vase, that Rose would have slipped silently 

away if they had not seen and called to her. 

"He's not gone I guess you'll find him in the parlor," said Steve, 

divining with a lover's instinct the meaning of the quick look she 

had cast at the hat rack as she shut the study door behind her. 

 

"Mercy, no! Archie and Phebe are there, so he'd have the sense to 

pop into the sanctum and wait, unless you'd like me to go and 

bring him out?" added Kitty, smoothing Rose's ruffled hair and 

settling the flowers on the bosom where Uncle Alec's head had lain 

until he fell asleep. 

 

"No, thank you, I'll go to him when I've seen my Phebe. She won't 

mind me," answered Rose, moving on to the parlor. 

 

"Look here," called Steve, "do advise them to hurry up and all be 

married at once. We were just ready when Uncle fell ill, and now 

we cannot wait a day later than the first of May." 

 

"Rather short notice," laughed Rose, looking back with the 

doorknob in her hand. 

 

"We'll give up all our splendor, and do it as simply as you like, if 

you will only come too. Think how lovely! Three weddings at 

once! Do fly round and settle things there's a dear," implored Kitty, 

whose imagination was fired with this romantic idea. 

 

"How can I, when I have no bridegroom yet?" began Rose, with 

conscious color in her telltale face. 

 

"Sly creature! You know you've only got to say a word and have a 

famous one. Una and her lion will be nothing to it," cried Steve, 

bent on hastening his brother's affair, which was much too dilatory 

and peculiar for his taste. 

 

"He has been in no haste to come home, and I am in no haste to 

leave it. Don't wait for me, 'Mr. and Mrs. Harry Walmers, Jr.,' I 

shall be a year at least making up my mind, so you may lead off as 

splendidly as you like and I'll profit by your experience." And Rose 

vanished into the parlor, leaving Steve to groan over the perversity 


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