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
"Well," rejoined I, "my health, my education, my power of doing literary
work, are this capital. They secure to me for the next year an income
equal to that of seventy thousand dollars at ten per cent. Now, I think
a capital of that amount invested in a _man_, is quite as safe as the
same sum invested in any stocks whatever. It seems to me that in our
country a _man_ who knows how to take care of his health is less likely
to become unproductive in income than any stock you can name."
"There is something in that, I admit," replied Mr. Van Arsdel.
"And there's something in _this_, too, papa," said Eva, who entered at
this moment and could not resist her desire to dip her oar in the
current of conversation, "and that is, that an investment that you have
got to take for better or worse and can't sell or get rid of all your
life, had better be made in something you are sure you will like."
"And are you sure of that in this case, Pussy?" said her father,
pinching her cheek.
"Tolerably, as men go. Mr. Henderson is the least tiresome man of my
acquaintance, and you know, papa, it's time I took somebody; you don't
want me to go into a convent, do you?"
"How about poor Mr. Sydney?"
"Poor Mr. Sydney has just called, and I have invited him to a private
audience and convinced him that I am not, in the least, the person to
make him happy--and he is one of the sort that feel that it is of the
last importance that he should be made happy."
"Well, well! Mr. Henderson, I presume you have seen, in the course of
your observations, that this is one of the houses where the women rule.
You and Eva will have to settle it with her mother."
"Then I am to understand," exclaimed I, "that, as far as _you_ are
concerned----!"
"I _submit_," said Mr. Van Arsdel.
"The ayes have it, then," said Eva.
"I'm not so sure of that, young lady," said Mr. Van Arsdel, "if I may
judge by the way your mother lamented to me last night."
"Oh, that's all Aunt Maria! You see, papa, this is an age of revolution,
and there's going to be a revolution in the Aunt Maria dynasty in our
house. She has governed mamma and all the rest of us long enough, and
now she must go down and I must rule. Harry and I are going to start a
new era and have things all our own way. I'm going to crown him King,
and he then will crown me Queen, and then we shall proceed to rule and
reign in our own dominions, and Aunt Maria, and Mrs. Grundy, and all the
rest of them, may help themselves; they can't hinder us. We shall be
happy in our own way, without consulting them."
"Well, well!" said Mr. Van Arsdel, following with an amused eye, a
pirouette Eva executed at the conclusion of her speech, "you young folks
are venturesome."
"Yes, papa, I am 'The woman who dared,'" said Eva.
"'Nothing venture, nothing have,'" quoted I.
"Eva knows no more about managing money than a this year's robin," said
her father.
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