Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Children's stories; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
A laugh made him turn around, and forget his woes to stare at the quaint
little figure that stood curtseying in the door-way of the keeping-room,
where a dozen young people were penned while the maids cleared up the
remains of yesterday's feast in the kitchen, the mothers were busy with
the babies upstairs, and the fathers read papers in the best parlor; for
this was a family gathering under the roof of the old homestead.
A rosy, dark-eyed face looked out from the faded green calash, a gayly
flowered gown was looped up over a blue quilted petticoat, and a red
camlet cloak hung down behind. A big reticule and a funny umbrella were
held in either hand, and red hose and very high-heeled, pointed shoes
covered a trim pair of feet.
"God bless you, merry gentlemen!
May nothing you dismay;
Here's your ancient granny come
To call, this Christmas day,"
sang Minnie, the lively member of the flock, as she bobbed little
curtseys and smiled so infectiously that even cross Geoff cheered up.
"Where did you get that rigging?" "Isn't it becoming?" "What queer
stuff!" "Did grandma ever look so, I wonder?"
These and many other questions rained upon the wearer of the old
costume, and she answered them as fast as she could.
"I went rummaging up garret for something to read, and found two chests
of old duds. Thought I'd dress up and see how you liked me. Grandma said
I might, and told me I looked like her when she was young. She was a
beauty, you know; so I feel as proud as a peacock." And Min danced away
to stand before the portrait of a blooming girl in a short-waisted,
white-satin gown and a pearl necklace, which hung opposite the companion
portrait of an officer in an old-fashioned uniform.
"So you do. Wonder if I should look like grandpa if I got into his old
toggery!" said Geoff, looking up at the handsome man with the queue and
the high coat-collar.
"Go and try; the uniform is in the chest, and not much moth-eaten. Let's
have a jolly rummage, and see what we can find. _We_ didn't eat
ourselves sick, so we will amuse these lazy invalids;" and Min glanced
pityingly at several cousins who lay about on sofas or in easy chairs,
pretending to read, but evidently suffering from too great devotion to
the bountiful dinner and evening feast of yesterday.
Away went Min and Lotty, Geoff and Walt, glad of anything to beguile the
stormy afternoon. Grandma smiled as she heard the tramp of feet
overhead, the peals of laughter, and the bang of chest-lids, well
knowing that a scene of dire confusion awaited her when the noisy frolic
was done, but thankful for the stores of ancient finery which would keep
the restless children happy for a day.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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