Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Christmas stories; Fiction
'One night,' said Charley, with a sly look at his wife, 'when we were
in the middle of _Paul and Virginia_, and left off where Paul was
carrying Virginia in his arms, Ruth said, "Charley, you are like
Paul!" "But Where's my Virginia?" I asked. "_I'll_ be Virginia!" Ruth
cried; "and you can carry me about where you like." That's the way it
came about, sir.'
Of course there was much laughter at this reminiscence, to the truth
of which they all vouched, and Ruth, with a saucy toss of her head,
said,
'Ah, but there's no doubt that I was too little then to know my own
mind.'
'I don't know that, Ruth,' exclaimed Mr. Merrywhistle, chuckling; 'I
don't know that. It's my opinion you determined to marry Charley long
before you were out of short clothes.'
After this innocent fashion they made merry.
'Dear me, dear me, children!' cried Mr. Silver, with assumed
petulance. 'How much longer am I to wait with Richard's letter in my
hand?'
'Read it now, father,' said Mrs. Silver; and there was a general hush
of expectancy.
The letter was a long one, and in it were recounted all the writer's
experiences in the land of his adoption. It was written hopefully and
confidently, and yet with modesty, and was filled with expressions of
love for the dear ones at home. 'Everything before me is bright, and I
have no doubt of the future. Not a day passes that I am not assured
that I was right in coming, and the conviction that I have those in
the old country who love me, and whom I love with all my heart and
soul, strengthens me in a wonderful manner. I can see you all as I
write, and my heart overflows towards you. Yes, I was right in coming.
The old country is over-crowded; there are too many people in it, and
every man that goes away gives elbow-room to some one else. When I see
the comfortable way in which poor people live here, and compare it
with the way they live at home--and above all, when I think of the
comfortable future there is before them if they like to be steady--I
find myself wishing that hundreds and hundreds of those I used to see
in rags, selling matches, begging, and going in and out of the
gin-shops, could be sent to this country, where there is room for so
many millions. I daresay some of them would tum out bad; but the
majority of them, when they saw that by a little steadiness they could
make sure of good clothes and good food, would be certain to turn out
good. I am making myself well acquainted with the history of this
wonderful country, and I mean to try hard to get along in it. You
can have no idea what a wonderful place it is; what opportunities
there are in it; what room there is in it. Why, you could put our
right-little tight-little island in an out-of-the-way corner of it,
and the space wouldn't be missed! If I make my fortune here--and I
believe I shall--I shall know how to use it, with the example I have
had before me all my life. I hope to have the opportunity of doing
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