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
"O mother! not a single one?" cried Will.
"Couldn't we just finish those?" pleaded Geordie.
"The boys threw away half-smoked cigars; and your books must go after
them. Surely you would not be outdone by the 'old fellows,' as you call
them, or be less obedient to little Mum than they were to Rose."
"Course not! Come on, Geordie," and Will took the vow like a hero. His
brother sighed, and obeyed, but privately resolved to finish his story
the minute the month was over.
"You have laid out a hard task for yourself, Jessie, in trying to
provide good reading for boys who have been living on sensation stories.
It will be like going from raspberry tarts to plain bread and butter;
but you will probably save them from a bilious fever," said Dr. Alec,
much amused at the proceedings.
"I remember hearing grandpa say that a love for good books was one of
the best safeguards a man could have," began Archie, staring
thoughtfully at the fine library before him.
"Yes, but there's no time to read nowadays; a fellow has to keep
scratching round to make money or he's nobody," cut in Charlie, trying
to look worldly-wise.
"This love of money is the curse of America, and for the sake of it men
will sell honor and honesty, till we don't know whom to trust, and it is
only a genius like Agassiz who dares to say, 'I cannot waste my time in
getting rich,'" said Mrs. Jessie sadly.
"Do you want us to be poor, mother?" asked Archie, wondering.
"No, dear, and you never need be, while you can use your hands; but I
_am_ afraid of this thirst for wealth, and the temptations it brings. O
my boys! I tremble for the time when I must let you go, because I think
it would break my heart to have you fail as so many fail. It would be
far easier to see you dead if it could be said of you as of Sumner,--'No
man dared offer him a bribe.'"
Mrs. Jessie was so earnest in her motherly anxiety that her voice
faltered over the last words, and she hugged the yellow heads closer in
her arms, as if she feared to let them leave that safe harbor for the
great sea where so many little boats go down. The younger lads nestled
closer to her, and Archie said, in his quiet, resolute way,--
"I cannot promise to be an Agassiz or a Sumner, mother; but I do promise
to be an honest man, please God."
"Then I'm satisfied!" and holding fast the hand he gave her, she sealed
his promise with a kiss that had all a mother's hope and faith in it.
"I don't see how they ever _can_ be bad, she is so fond and proud of
them," whispered Rose, quite touched by the little scene.
"You must help her make them what they should be. You have begun
already, and when I see those rings where they are, my girl is prettier
in my sight than if the biggest diamonds that ever twinkled shone in her
ears," answered Dr. Alec, looking at her with approving eyes.
"I'm so glad you think I can do any thing, for I perfectly _ache_ to be
useful, every one is _so_ good to me, especially Aunt Jessie."
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