My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
And Miss Bessie smiled, and said I might; and I was a blessed little boy
from that moment. In the first recess Susie instructed me in playing
"Tag," and "Oats, peas, beans, and barley, O," and in "Threading the
needle," and "Opening the gates as high as high as the sky, to let King
George and his court pass by"--in all which she was a proficient, and
where I needed a great deal of teaching and encouraging.
But when it came to more athletic feats, I could distinguish myself. I
dared jump off from a higher fence than she could, and covered myself
with glory by climbing to the top of a five-railed gate, and jumping
boldly down; and moreover, when a cow appeared on the green before the
school-house door, I marched up to her with a stick and ordered her off,
with a manly stride and a determined voice, and chased her with the
utmost vigor quite out of sight. These proceedings seemed to inspire
Susie with a certain respect and confidence. I could read in "readings,"
jump off from high fences, and wasn't afraid of cows! These were manly
accomplishments!
The school-house was a long distance from my father's, and I used to
bring my dinner. Susie brought hers also, and many a delightful picnic
have we had together. We made ourselves a house under a great
button-ball tree, at whose foot the grass was short and green. Our house
was neither more nor less than a square, marked out on the green turf by
stones taken from the wall. I glorified myself in my own eyes and in
Susie's, by being able to lift stones twice as heavy as she could, and a
big flat one, which nearly broke my back, was deposited in the centre of
the square, as our table. We used a clean pocket-handkerchief for a
table-cloth; and Susie was wont to set out our meals with great order,
making plates and dishes out of the button-ball leaves. Under her
direction also, I fitted up our house with a pantry, and a small room
where we used to play wash dishes, and set away what was left of our
meals. The pantry was a stone cupboard, where we kept chestnuts and
apples, and what remained of our cookies and gingerbread. Susie was fond
of ornamentation, and stuck bouquets of golden rod and aster around in
our best room, and there we received company, and had select society
come to see us. Susie brought her doll to dwell in this establishment,
and I made her a bedroom and a little bed of milkweed-silk to lie on. We
put her to bed and tucked her up when we went into school--not without
apprehension that those savages, the big boys, might visit our Eden with
devastation. But the girls' recess came first, and we could venture to
leave her there taking a nap till our play-time came; and when the girls
went in Susie rolled her nursling in a napkin and took her safely into
school, and laid her away in a corner of her desk, while the dreadful
big boys were having their yelling war-whoop and carnival outside.
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