Cousins -- Juvenile fiction; Family life -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction
“Leave your clutter in the hall, boys, and sit quietly down if you
choose to stop here, for we are busy,” said Aunt Plenty, shaking her
finger at the turbulent Clan, who were bubbling over with the jollity
born of spring sunshine and healthy exercise.
“Of course, we choose to stay! Wouldn't miss our Saturday high tea for
anything,” said the Chief, as he restored order among his men with a
nod, a word, and an occasional shake.
“What is up? a court-martial?” asked Charlie, looking at the assembled
ladies with affected awe and real curiosity, for these faces betrayed
that some interesting business was afloat.
Dr. Alec explained in a few words, which he made as brief and calm as he
could; but the effect was exciting, nevertheless, for each of the lads
began at once to bribe, entice, and wheedle “our cousin” to choose his
home.
“You really ought to come to us for mother's sake, as a relish, you
know, for she must be perfectly satiated with boys,” began Archie, using
the strongest argument he could think of at the moment.
“Oh, do! we'll never slam, or bounce at you or call you 'fraid cat,' if you
only will,” besought Geordie and Will, distorting their countenances in the
attempt to smile with overpowering sweetness.
“And I'll always wash my hands 'fore I touch you, and you shall be my dolly,
'cause Pokey's gone away, and I'll love you _hard_,” cried Jamie, clinging
to her with his chubby face full of affection.
“Brothers and sister ought to live together; especially when the brother
needs some one to make home pleasant for him,” added Charlie, with the
wheedlesome tone and look that Rose always found so difficult to resist.
“You had her longest, and it's our turn now; Mac needs her more than you do,
Prince, for she's 'the light of his eyes,' he says. Come, Rose, choose us,
and I'll never use the musky pomade you hate again as long as I live,” said
Steve, with his most killing air, as he offered this noble sacrifice.
Mac peered wistfully over his goggles, saying in an unusually wide-awake and
earnest way, --
“Do, cousin, then we can study chemistry together. My experiments don't blow
up very often now, and the gases aren't at all bad when you get used to
them.”
Rose meantime had stood quite still, with the flowers dropping from her
hands as her eyes went from one eager face to another, while smiles rippled
over her own at the various enticements offered her. During the laugh that
followed Mac's handsome proposition, she looked at her uncle, whose eyes
were fixed on her with an expression of love and longing that went to her
heart.
“Ah! yes,” she thought, “he wants me most! I've often longed to give him
something that he wished for very much, and now I can.”
So, when, at a sudden gesture from Aunt Peace, silence fell, Rose said
slowly, with a pretty colour in her cheeks, and a beseeching look about
the room, as if asking pardon of the boys,
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