Aunt Jo's scrap-bag, Volume 4 : $b My girls, etc. — John Shaqi
Aunt Jo's scrap-bag, Volume 4 : $b My girls, etc.Alcott, Louisa May
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Aunt Jo's scrap-bag, Volume 4 : $b My girls, etc.
Alcott, Louisa May
Children's stories
"Where? What? How?" asked the others, clinging to him as if they were
shipwrecked mariners, and he a rope thrown out to them.
The idea was evidently a good one, for it was received with great
applause, and everybody was interested at once in helping Alf elaborate
his plan.
"Won't it be heaping coals of fire on their heads after the shabby way
they have treated us?" said Tom, chuckling at the thought of the girls'
remorse when the touching surprise in store for them should be revealed.
"But how the dickens shall we get enough m----?" began Frank, rather
inclined to throw cold water on the affair because he was not the
originator of it.
"Hush!" shouted Alf; then added in a melodramatic whisper, "If the
girls hear that word we are lost. I've planned how to manage that, but
it will take time, and we'd better begin at once, or there won't be
enough you-know-whats to go round. Come upstairs; we can talk safely
there without a pack of girls listening at the keyhole, as I know they
are this identical minute."
Alf raised his voice at the last words, and the boys trooped off with
derisive hoots; for a guilty rustle and a sudden outburst of
conversation in the other room told them that their shot had hit
somebody.
"I wish we hadn't dared them to do it; for they will be sure to get up
some dreadful surprise. I shall be expecting it every minute, and that
will make me so nervous I shall not enjoy myself a bit."
"I'm not afraid; they won't invent any thing to-night, so we may as
well clear up and be ready for our tree," answered Kitty to Nell as
they packed the dolls on the sofa to sleep while their mammas enjoyed
themselves.
No need to tell about that evening, for every child knows what a
Christmas tree is better than we can describe it, so we will skip into
the next morning when the boys' joke came off.
The young folks usually slept late after their unwonted revelry by
night, but, strange to relate, the lads were early astir. In fact,
Mary, the cook, saw several small ghosts whisking up the back-stairs
when she went down to kindle her fire, and curious sounds were heard in
attic and cellar, store-room and closets.
Something very exciting was going on, and the elders were evidently in
it, for, though several mammas were heard to cry out when certain
mysterious things were shown them, they never said a word, but looked
up bits of gay ribbon without a murmur; while the papas enjoyed the fun
and lent a hand in the most delightful manner.
When the girls came down to the late breakfast they found notes under
their napkins, inviting them to a surprise party in the drying room at
eleven A.M.
"I didn't think they'd be so quick. Shall you dare to go?" whispered
Nell to Kitty as they compared notes and tried to make out the device
on the seal, which was evidently intended for an animal of some sort.
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