Jose: Our Little Portuguese CousinSawyer, Edith A. (Edith Augusta)
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Jose: Our Little Portuguese Cousin
Sawyer, Edith A. (Edith Augusta)
Children -- Portugal -- Juvenile literature
On the Saturday holiday Jose worked from dawn till dark, helping
Antonio. The vine-pruning and tying did not end until February. Jose
learned to tie the vine branches skilfully to the trees, leaving room
for the vines to grow and not be hurt by the cord. In February, March
and April came the sowing for the crops of the summer and autumn.
The sixteen weeks' term of school ended in April. Jose had been put
into the class of the quickest learners. He had gone rapidly ahead of
Malfada, who, although three years older, stayed in the lower class.
Jose had been eager over his books,--far more eager than Malfada. But
he ran almost all the way home, and reaching there long before she did,
put away his books gladly. The school-room, with its crowd of boys and
girls, had seemed hot and dusty those days when the outside world was
growing so beautiful.
Antonio was out in the field, planting cabbages, when Jose hurried
toward him calling: "No more school, Antonio, no more school now."
Antonio straightened back his shoulders and asked: "Is this the boy who
wanted so much to go to school?"
Jose's face turned very red under its tan. But when he saw the teasing
look in Antonio's eyes, he laughed and said: "It is good to have
spring come after winter, so I think it is good to change from going
to school to not going. Besides, the teacher says there will be a ten
weeks' term next autumn."
"Spring unlocks the flowers, so the spring should let children come out
of doors," said Antonio. "There will be some hard work for you, Jose,
but never mind!"
"Never mind," repeated Jose, racing back to the house with Carlos at
his heels.
CHAPTER VIII
WHEN SPRING UNLOCKS THE FLOWERS
"In the merry month of May."
--_William Shakespeare._
THE hills were sweet with the air of spring. Down their sides ran rills
of water, foaming with golden light. The fresh grass of the fields was
carpeted with flowers. The young vine-shoots were full of tender, pale
green leaves.
Lemon and orange trees shone with white blossoms. The elder, lotus,
and shining-leaved magnolia showed almost more white than green. The
pomegranate held forth fiery red blossoms. The olive-tree, with its
stunted growth and its gray-green leaves, glowed all day long with a
beautiful silver color under the bright sunshine. In the flower-garden,
roses, geraniums and heliotrope were a-bloom.
Crops were growing wonderfully. The effects of the deep ploughing
already showed in the stronger maize-stalks, the more abundant bean
pods and the well-started vegetables.
"The fourth leaf-spike has appeared on the maize: it is time for the
hoeing," said the father. He could walk now, slowly, with the aid of a
stout cane, as far as the field.
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