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Prepared by David Reed [email protected] or [email protected]

Rose in Bloom
by Louisa May Alcott

A Sequel to "Eight Cousins"

Preface
As authors may be supposed to know better than anyone else what they intended to do when writing a book, I beg leave to say that there is no moral to this story. Rose is not designed for a model girl, and the Sequel was simply written in fulfillment of a promise, hoping to afford some amusement, and perhaps here and there a helpful hint, to other roses getting ready to bloom.
L. M. Alcott
September 1876

Contents
Chapter 1.
Coming Home
Chapter 2.
Old Friends with New Faces
Chapter 3.
Miss Campbell
Chapter 4.
Thorns Among the Roses
Chapter 5.
Prince Charming
Chapter 6.
Polishing Mac
Chapter 7.
Phebe
Chapter 8.
Breakers Ahead
Chapter 9.
New Year's Calls
Chapter 10.
The Sad and Sober
Chapter 11.
Small Temptations ">
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Chapter 11.
Small Temptations

Chapter 12.
At Kitty's Ball
Chapter 13.
Both Sides
Chapter 14.
Aunt Clara's Plan
Chapter 15.
Alas for Charlie!
Chapter 16.
Good Works
Chapter 17.
Among the Haycocks
Chapter 18.
Which Was It?
Chapter 19.
Behind the Fountain
Chapter 20.
What Mac Did
Chapter 21.
How Phebe Earned Her Welcome
Chapter 22.
Short and Sweet
Chapter 1
COMING HOME
Three young men stood together on a wharf one bright October day awaiting the arrival of an ocean steamer with an impatience which found a vent in lively skirmishes with a small lad, who pervaded the premises like a will-o'-the-wisp and afforded much amusement to the other groups assembled there.
"They are the Campbells, waiting for their cousin, who has been abroad several years with her uncle, the doctor," whispered one lady to another as the handsomest of the young men touched his hat to her as he passed, lugging the boy, whom he had just rescued from a little expedition down among the piles.
"Which is that?" asked the stranger.
"Prince Charlie, as he's called a fine fellow, the most promising of the seven, but a little fast, people say," answered the first speaker with a shake of the head.
"Are the others his brothers?"
"No, cousins. The elder is Archie, a most exemplary young man. He has just gone into business with the merchant uncle and bids fair to be an honor to his family. The other, with the eyeglasses and no gloves, is Mac, the odd one, just out of college."
"And the boy?"
"Oh, he is Jamie, the youngest brother of Archibald, and the pet of the whole family. Mercy on us he'll be in if they don't hold on to him!"
The ladies' chat came to a sudden end just there, for by the time Jamie had been fished out of a hogshead, the steamer hove in sight and everything else was forgotten. As it swung slowly around to enter the dock, a boyish voice shouted, "There she is! I see her and Uncle and Phebe! Hooray for Cousin Rose!" And three small cheers were given with a will by Jamie as he stood on a post waving his arms like a windmill while his brother held onto the tail of his jacket.
Yes, there they were Uncle Alec swinging his hat like a boy, with Phebe smiling and nodding on one side and Rose kissing both hands delightedly on the other as she recognized