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
"Thank you. The fact is, I've been with Archie so much in his trouble
lately that I've got interested in this matter, and very naturally
want to investigate the subject as every rational man must, sooner or
later: that's all. Now, Steve, I'm ready," and Mac got up as if the
lesson was over.
"My dear, that boy is either a fool or a genius, and I'm sure I should
be glad to know which," said Aunt Plenty, putting her bonbons to
rights with a puzzled shake of her best cap.
"Time will show; but I incline to think that he is not a fool by any
means," answered the girl, pulling a cluster of white roses out of her
bosom to make room for the pansies, though they did not suit the blue
gown half so well.
Just then Aunt Jessie came in to help them receive, with Jamie to make
himself generally useful; which he proceeded to do by hovering round
the table like a fly about a honey-pot, when not flattening his nose
against the window-panes, to announce excitedly, "Here's another man
coming up the drive!"
Charlie arrived next, in his most sunshiny humor; for any thing social
and festive was his delight, and when in this mood the Prince was
quite irresistible. He brought a pretty bracelet for Rose, and was
graciously allowed to put it on, while she chid him gently for his
extravagance.
"I am only following your example; for, you know, 'nothing is too good
for those we love, and giving away is the best thing one can do,'" he
retorted, quoting words of her own.
"I wish you would follow my example in some other things as well as
you do in this," said Rose, soberly, as Aunt Plenty called him to come
and see if the punch was right.
"Must conform to the customs of society. Aunty's heart would be
broken, if we did not drink her health in the good old fashion. But
don't be alarmed: I've a strong head of my own, and that's lucky; for
I shall need it before I get through," laughed Charlie, showing a long
list, as he turned away to gratify the old lady with all sorts of
merry and affectionate compliments as the glasses touched.
Rose did feel rather alarmed; for, if he drank the health of all the
owners of those names, she felt sure that Charlie would need a very
strong head indeed. It was hard to say any thing, then and there,
without seeming disrespect to Aunt Plenty: yet she longed to remind
her cousin of the example she tried to set him in this respect; for
Rose never touched wine, and the boys knew it. She was thoughtfully
turning the bracelet with its pretty device of turquoise
forget-me-nots, when the giver came back to her, still bubbling over
with good spirits.
"Dear little saint, you look as if you'd like to smash all the
punch-bowls in the city, and save us jolly young fellows from
to-morrow's headache."
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