<p><b>Preface </b></p> <p>As authors may be supposed to know better than anyone else what they intended to do when writing a ebook, 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.</p> <p>L. M. Alcott <br />September 1876</p> <p>Chapter 1 <b>COMING HOME</b></p> <p>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.</p> <p>"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.</p> <p>"Which is that?" asked the stranger.</p> <p>"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.</p> <p>"Are the others his brothers??</p> <p>"No, cousins. The elder is Archie, a most exemplary young man. He has just gone into business with the merchant uncle and bids