Eight Cousins; Or, The Aunt-HillAlcott, Louisa May
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Eight Cousins; Or, The Aunt-Hill
Alcott, Louisa May
Cousins -- Juvenile fiction; Family life -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction
As Aunt Plenty spoke, with her kind old face beaming approvingly upon
the girls, Phebe glanced at the clock, saw that it pointed to five, knew
that Dolly would soon be down, expecting to find preparations for supper
under way, and, hastily dropping her pencil, she jumped up, saying,--
"Please, can I go? I'll clear up after I've done my chores."
"School is dismissed," answered Rose, and with a grateful "Thank you,
heaps and heaps!" Phebe ran away singing the multiplication table as she
set the tea ditto.
That was the way it began, and for a week the class of one went on with
great pleasure and profit to all concerned; for the pupil proved a
bright one, and came to her lessons as to a feast, while the young
teacher did her best to be worthy the high opinion held of her, for
Phebe firmly believed that Miss Rose knew _every thing_ in the way of
learning.
Of course the lads found out what was going on, and chaffed the girls
about the "Seminary," as they called the new enterprise; but they
thought it a good thing on the whole, kindly offered to give lessons in
Greek and Latin gratis, and decided among themselves that "Rose was a
little trump to give the Phebe-bird such a capital boost."
Rose herself had some doubts as to how it would strike her uncle, and
concocted a wheedlesome speech which should at once convince him that it
was the most useful, wholesome, and delightful plan ever devised. But
she got no chance to deliver her address, for Dr. Alec came upon her so
unexpectedly that it went out of her head entirely. She was sitting on
the floor in the library, poring over a big book laid open in her lap,
and knew nothing of the long-desired arrival till two large, warm hands
met under her chin and gently turned her head back, so that some one
could kiss her heartily on either cheek, while a fatherly voice said,
half reproachfully, "Why is my girl brooding over a dusty Encyclopedia
when she ought to be running to meet the old gentleman who couldn't set
on another minute without her?"
"O uncle! I'm so glad! and so sorry! Why didn't you let us know what
time you'd be here, or call out the minute you came? Haven't I been
homesick for you? and now I'm so happy to have you back I could hug your
dear old curly head off," cried Rose, as the Encyclopedia went down with
a bang, and she up with a spring that carried her into Dr. Alec's arms,
to be kept there in the sort of embrace a man gives to the dearest
creature the world holds for him.
Presently he was in his easy chair with Rose upon his knee smiling up in
his face and talking as fast as her tongue could go, while he watched
her with an expression of supreme content, as he stroked the smooth
round cheek, or held the little hand in his, rejoicing to see how rosy
was the one, how plump and strong the other.
"_Have_ you had a good time? _Did_ you save the poor lady? _Aren't_ you
glad to be home again with your girl to torment you?"
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