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
At three of the places their calls were brief, for Aunt Myra's catarrh
was unusually bad; Aunt Clara had a room full of company; and Aunt Jane
showed such a tendency to discuss the population, productions, and
politics of Europe, Asia, and Africa, that even Dr. Alec was dismayed,
and got away as soon as possible.
"Now we will have a good time! I do hope the boys will be at home," said
Rose, with a sigh of relief, as they wound yet higher up the hill to
Aunt Jessie's.
"I left this for the last call, so that we might find the lads just in
from school. Yes, there is Jamie on the gate watching for us; now you'll
see the Clan gather; they are always swarming about together."
The instant Jamie saw the approaching guests he gave a shrill whistle,
which was answered by echoes from meadow, house, and barn, as the
cousins came running from all directions, shouting, "Hooray for Uncle
Alec!" They went at the carriage like highwaymen, robbed it of every
parcel, took the occupants prisoners, and marched them into the house
with great exultation.
"Little Mum! little Mum! here they are with lots of goodies! Come down
and see the fun right away! quick!" bawled Will and Geordie amidst a
general ripping off of papers and a reckless cutting of strings that
soon turned the tidy room into a chaos.
Down came Aunt Jessie with her pretty cap half on, but such a beaming
face below it that one rather thought the fly-away head-gear an
improvement than otherwise. She had hardly time to greet Rose and the
doctor before the boys were about her, each clamoring for her to see his
gift and rejoice over it with him, for "little Mum" went halves in every
thing. The great horns skirmished about her as if to toss her to the
ceiling; the war-clubs hurtled over her head as if to annihilate her; an
amazing medley from the four quarters of the globe filled her lap, and
seven excited boys all talked to her at once.
But she liked it; oh dear, yes! and sat smiling, admiring, and
explaining, quite untroubled by the din, which made Rose cover up her
ears and Dr. Alec threaten instant flight if the riot was not quelled.
That threat produced a lull, and while the uncle received thanks in one
corner, the aunt had some little confidences made to her in the other.
"Well, dear, and how are things going with you now? Better, I hope, than
they were a week ago."
"Aunt Jessie, I think I'm going to be very happy, now uncle has come. He
does the queerest things, but he is _so_ good to me I can't help loving
him;" and, nestling closer to little Mum, Rose told all that had
happened, ending with a rapturous account of the splendid box.
"I am very glad, dear. But, Rose, I must warn you of one thing; don't
let uncle spoil you."
"But I like to be spoilt, auntie."
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