Rose in Bloom: A Sequel to 'Eight Cousins'Alcott, Louisa May
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Rose in Bloom: A Sequel to 'Eight Cousins'
Alcott, Louisa May
Cousins -- Juvenile fiction; Families -- Juvenile fiction; New England -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
Jamie occupied the rug, on which Will and Geordie stood at ease,
showing their uniforms to the best advantage; for they were now in a
great school, where military drill was the delight of their souls.
Steve posed gracefully in an arm-chair, with Mac lounging over the
back of it; while Archie leaned on one corner of the low
chimney-piece, looking down at Phebe as she listened to his chat with
smiling lips, and cheeks almost as rich in color as the carnations in
her belt.
But Charlie was particularly effective, although he sat upon a
music-stool, that most trying position for any man not gifted with
grace in the management of his legs. Fortunately Prince was, and had
fallen into an easy attitude, with one arm over the back of the sofa,
his handsome head bent a little, as he monopolized Rose, with a
devoted air and a very becoming expression of contentment on his face.
Aunt Clara smiled as if well pleased; Aunt Jessie looked thoughtful;
Aunt Jane's keen eyes went from dapper Steve to broad-shouldered Mac
with an anxious glance; Mrs. Myra murmured something about her
"blessed Caroline;" and Aunt Plenty said warmly,--
"Bless the dears! any one might be proud of such a bonny flock of
bairns as that."
"I am all ready to play chaperon as soon as you please, Alec; for I
suppose the dear girl will come out at once, as she did not before you
went away. My services won't be wanted long, I fancy; for with her
many advantages she will be carried off in her first season or I'm
much mistaken," said Mrs. Clara, with significant nods and smiles.
"You must settle all those matters with Rose: I am no longer captain,
only first mate now, you know," answered Dr. Alec, adding soberly,
half to himself, half to his brother,--"I wonder people are in such
haste to 'bring out' their daughters, as it's called. To me there is
something almost pathetic in the sight of a young girl standing on the
threshold of the world, so innocent and hopeful, so ignorant of all
that lies before her, and usually so ill prepared to meet the ups and
downs of life. We do our duty better by the boys; but the poor little
women are seldom provided with any armor worth having; and, sooner or
later, they are sure to need it, for every one must fight her own
battle, and only the brave and strong can win."
"You can't reproach yourself with neglect of that sort, Alec, for you
have done your duty faithfully by George's girl; and I envy you the
pride and happiness of having such a daughter, for she is that to
you," answered old Mac, unexpectedly betraying the paternal sort of
tenderness men seldom feel for their sons.
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