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Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves 1908
Missy's Room 1907
Ted's Afternoon Off 1907
The Girl Who Drove the Cows 1908
The Doctor's Sweetheart 1908
The End of the Young Family Feud 1907
The Genesis of the Doughnut Club 1907
The Growing Up of Cornelia 1908
The Old Fellow's Letter 1907
The Parting of the Ways 1907
The Promissory Note 1907
The Revolt of Mary Isabel 1908
The Twins and a Wedding 1908

A Millionaire's Proposal

Thrush Hill, Oct. 5, 18--.

It is all settled at last, and in another week I shall have left
Thrush Hill. I am a little bit sorry and a great bit glad. I am going
to Montreal to spend the winter with Alicia.

Alicia--it used to be plain Alice when she lived at Thrush Hill and
made her own dresses and trimmed her own hats--is my half-sister. She
is eight years older than I am. We are both orphans, and Aunt
Elizabeth brought us up here at Thrush Hill, the most delightful old
country place in the world, half smothered in big willows and poplars,
every one of which I have climbed in the early tomboy days of gingham
pinafores and sun-bonnets.

When Alicia was eighteen she married Roger Gresham, a man of forty.
The world said that she married him for his money. I dare say she did.
Alicia was tired of poverty.

I don't blame her. Very likely I shall do the same thing one of these
days, if I get the chance--for I too am tired of poverty.

When Alicia went to Montreal she wanted to take me with her, but I
wanted to be outdoors, romping in the hay or running wild in the woods
with Jack.

Jack Willoughby--Dr. John H. Willoughby, it reads on his office
door--was the son of our nearest neighbour. We were chums always, and
when he went away to college I was heartbroken.

The vacations were the only joy of my life then.

I don't know just when I began to notice a change in Jack, but when he
came home two years ago, a full-fledged M.D.--a great, tall,
broad-shouldered fellow, with the sweetest moustache, and l