Grandparent and child -- Fiction; Spanish Americans -- Fiction
Outside of the gates of the Snow place Albert was making many
acquaintances and a few friends. After church on Sundays his grandmother
had a distressful habit of suddenly seizing his arm or his coat-tail as
he was hurrying toward the vestibule and the sunshine of outdoors, and
saying: “Oh, Albert, just a minute! Here's somebody you haven't met
yet, I guess. Elsie”--or Nellie or Mabel or Henry or Charlie or George,
whichever it happened to be--“this is my grandson, Albert Speranza.” And
the young person to whom he was thus introduced would, if a male, extend
a hesitating hand, give his own an embarrassed shake, smile uncertainly
and say, “Yes--er--yes. Pleased to meet you.” Or, if of the other sex,
would blush a little and venture the observation that it was a lovely
morning, and wasn't the sermon splendid.
These Sabbath introductions led to week-day, or rather week-evening,
meetings. The principal excitement in South Harniss was “going for the
mail.” At noon and after supper fully one-half of the village population
journeyed to the post office. Albert's labors for Z. Snow and Co.
prevented his attending the noon gatherings--his grandfather usually
got the morning mail--but he early formed the habit of sauntering “down
street” in the evening if the weather was not too cold or disagreeable.
There he was certain to find groups of South Harniss youth of both
sexes, talking, giggling, skylarking and flirting. Sometimes he joined
one or the other of these groups; quite as often he did not, but kept
aloof and by himself, for it may as well be acknowledged now, if it is
not already plain, that the son of Miguel Carlos Speranza had inherited
a share of his father's temperament and self-esteem. The whim of the
moment might lead him to favor these young people with his society, but
he was far from considering himself under obligation to do so. He had
not the least idea that he was in any way a snob, he would have hotly
resented being called one, but he accepted his estimate of his own worth
as something absolute and certain, to be taken for granted.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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