Chapter Chapter 2 · PARNASSUS

Chapter 2. PARNASSUS

It was well named; and the Muses seemed to be at home that day, for as

the newcomers went up the slope appropriate sights and sounds greeted

them. Passing an open window, they looked in upon a library presided

over by Clio, Calliope, and Urania; Melpomene and Thalia were disporting

themselves in the hall, where some young people were dancing and

rehearsing a play; Erato was walking in the garden with her lover, and

in the music-room Phoebus himself was drilling a tuneful choir.

A mature Apollo was our old friend Laurie, but comely and genial as

ever; for time had ripened the freakish boy into a noble man. Care and

sorrow, as well as ease and happiness, had done much for him; and the

responsibility of carrying out his grandfather's wishes had been a

duty most faithfully performed. Prosperity suits some people, and they

blossom best in a glow of sunshine; others need the shade, and are the

sweeter for a touch of frost. Laurie was one of the former sort, and

Amy was another; so life had been a kind of poem to them since they

married--not only harmonious and happy, but earnest, useful, and rich in

the beautiful benevolence which can do so much when wealth and wisdom go

hand in hand with charity. Their house was full of unostentatious beauty

and comfort, and here the art-loving host and hostess attracted and

entertained artists of all kinds. Laurie had music enough now, and was a

generous patron to the class he most liked to help. Amy had her proteges

among ambitious young painters and sculptors, and found her own art

double dear as her daughter grew old enough to share its labours and

delights with her; for she was one of those who prove that women can be

faithful wives and mothers without sacrificing the special gift bestowed

upon them for their own development and the good of others.

Her sisters knew where to find her, and Jo went at once to the studio,

where mother and daughter worked together. Bess was busy with the bust

of a little child, while her mother added the last touches to a fine

head of her husband. Time seemed to have stood still with Amy, for

happiness had kept her young and prosperity given her the culture she

needed. A stately, graceful woman, who showed how elegant simplicity

could be made by the taste with which she chose her dress and the grace

with which she wore it. As someone said: 'I never know what Mrs Laurence

has on, but I always receive the impression that she is the best-dressed

lady in the room.'

It was evident that she adored her daughter, and well she might; for

the beauty she had longed for seemed, to her fond eyes at least, to

be impersonated in this younger self. Bess inherited her mother's

Diana-like figure, blue eyes, fair skin, and golden hair, tied up in

the same classic knot of curls. Also--ah! never-ending source of joy to

Amy--she had her father's handsome nose and mouth, cast in a feminine

mould. The severe simplicity of a long linen pinafore suited her;

and she worked away with the entire absorption of the true artist,

unconscious of the loving eyes upon her, till Aunt Jo came in exclaiming

eagerly:

'My dear girls, stop your mud-pies and hear the news!'

Both artists dropped their tools and greeted the irrepressible woman

cordially, though genius had been burning splendidly and her coming

spoilt a precious hour. They were in the full tide of gossip when

Laurie, who had been summoned by Meg, arrived, and sitting down between

the sisters, with no barricade anywhere, listened with interest to the

news of Franz and Emil.

'The epidemic has broke out, and now it will rage and ravage your flock.

Be prepared for every sort of romance and rashness for the next ten

years, Jo. Your boys are growing up and will plunge headlong into a sea

of worse scrapes than any you have had yet,' said Laurie, enjoying her

look of mingled delight and despair.

'I know it, and I hope I shall be able to pull them through and land

them safely; but it's an awful responsibility, for they will come to me

and insist that I can make their poor little loves run smoothly. I

like it, though, and Meg is such a mush of sentiment she revels in the

prospect,' answered Jo, feeling pretty easy about her own boys, whose

youth made them safe for the present.

'I'm afraid she won't revel when our Nat begins to buzz too near her

Daisy. Of course you see what all that means? As musical director I am

also his confidante, and would like to know what advice to give,' said

Laurie soberly. 'Hush! you forget that child,' began Jo, nodding towards

Bess, who was at work again.

'Bless you! she's in Athens, and doesn't hear a word. She ought to leave

off, though, and go out. My darling, put the baby to sleep, and go for

a run. Aunt Meg is in the parlour; go and show her the new pictures till

we come,' added Laurie, looking at his tall girl as Pygmalion might have

looked at Galatea; for he considered her the finest statue in the house.

'Yes, papa; but please tell me if it is good'; and Bess obediently put

down her tools, with a lingering glance at the bust.

'My cherished daughter, truth compels me to confess that one cheek is

plumper than the other; and the curls upon its infant brow are rather

too much like horns for perfect grace; otherwise it rivals Raphael's

Chanting Cherubs, and I'm proud of it.'

Laurie was laughing as he spoke; for these first attempts were so like

Amy's early ones, it was impossible to regard them as soberly as the

enthusiastic mamma did.

'You can't see beauty in anything but music,' answered Bess, shaking the

golden head that made the one bright spot in the cool north lights of

the great studio.

'Well, I see beauty in you, dear. And if you are not art, what is? I

wish to put a little more nature into you, and get you away from this

cold clay and marble into the sunshine, to dance and laugh as the

others do. I want a flesh-and-blood girl, not a sweet statue in a grey

pinafore, who forgets everything but her work.' As he spoke, two dusty

hands came round his neck, and Bess said earnestly, punctuating her

words with soft touches of her lips:

'I never forget you, papa; but I do want to do something beautiful that

you may be proud of me by and by. Mamma often tells me to stop; but when

we get in here we forget there is any world outside, we are so busy and

so happy. Now I'll go and run and sing, and be a girl to please you.'

And throwing away the apron, Bess vanished from the room, seeming to

take all the light with her.

'I'm glad you said that. The dear child is too much absorbed in her

artistic dreams for one so young. It is my fault; but I sympathize so

deeply in it all, I forget to be wise,' sighed Amy, carefully covering

the baby with a wet towel.

'I think this power of living in our children is one of the sweetest

things in the world; but I try to remember what Marmee once said to

Meg--that fathers should have their share in the education of both girls

and boys; so I leave Ted to his father all I can, and Fritz lends me

Rob, whose quiet ways are as restful and good for me as Ted's tempests

are for his father. Now I advise you, Amy, to let Bess drop the mud-pies

for a time, and take up music with Laurie; then she won't be one-sided,

and he won't be jealous.'

'Hear, hear! A Daniel--a very Daniel!' cried Laurie, well pleased. 'I

thought you'd lend a hand, Jo, and say a word for me. I am a little

jealous of Amy, and want more of a share in my girl. Come, my lady, let

me have her this summer, and next year, when we go to Rome, I'll give

her up to you and high art. Isn't that a fair bargain?'

'I agree; but in trying your hobby, nature, with music thrown in, don't

forget that, though only fifteen, our Bess is older than most girls of

that age, and cannot be treated like a child. She is so very precious

to me, I feel as if I wanted to keep her always as pure and beautiful as

the marble she loves so well.'

Amy spoke regretfully as she looked about the lovely room where she had

spent so many happy hours with this dear child of hers.

'“Turn and turn about is fair play”, as we used to say when we all

wanted to ride on Ellen Tree or wear the russet boots,' said Jo briskly;

'so you must share your girl between you, and see who will do the most

for her.'

'We will,' answered the fond parents, laughing at the recollections Jo's

proverb brought up to them.

'How I did use to enjoy bouncing on the limbs of that old apple-tree!

No real horse ever gave me half the pleasure or the exercise,' said Amy,

looking out of the high window as if she saw the dear old orchard again

and the little girls at play there.

'And what fun I had with those blessed boots!' laughed Jo. 'I've got the

relics now. The boys reduced them to rags; but I love them still, and

would enjoy a good theatrical stalk in them if it were possible.'

'My fondest memories twine about the warming-pan and the sausage. What

larks we had! And how long ago it seems!' said Laurie, staring at the

two women before him as if he found it hard to realize that they ever

had been little Amy and riotous Jo.

'Don't suggest that we are growing old, my Lord. We have only bloomed;

and a very nice bouquet we make with our buds about us,' answered Mrs

Amy, shaking out the folds of her rosy muslin with much the air of

dainty satisfaction the girl used to show in a new dress.

'Not to mention our thorns and dead leaves,' added Jo, with a sigh; for

life had never been very easy to her, and even now she had her troubles

both within and without.

'Come and have a dish of tea, old dear, and see what the young folks are

about. You are tired, and want to be “stayed with flagons and comforted

with apples”,' said Laurie, offering an arm to each sister, and leading

them away to afternoon tea, which flowed as freely on Parnassus as the

nectar of old.

They found Meg in the summer-parlour, an airy and delightful room, full

now of afternoon sunshine and the rustle of trees; for the three long

windows opened on the garden. The great music-room was at one end,

and at the other, in a deep alcove hung with purple curtains, a little

household shrine had been made. Three portraits hung there, two marble

busts stood in the corners, and a couch, an oval table, with its urn

of flowers, were the only articles of furniture the nook contained. The

busts were John Brooke and Beth--Amy's work--both excellent likenesses,

and both full of the placid beauty which always recalls the saying,

that 'Clay represents life; plaster, death; marble, immortality'. On

the right, as became the founder of the house, hung the portrait of Mr

Laurence, with its expression of mingled pride and benevolence, as fresh

and attractive as when he caught the girl Jo admiring it. Opposite was

Aunt March--a legacy to Amy--in an imposing turban, immense sleeves, and

long mittens decorously crossed on the front of her plum-coloured satin

gown. Time had mellowed the severity of her aspect; and the fixed regard

of the handsome old gentleman opposite seemed to account for the amiable

simper on lips that had not uttered a sharp word for years.

In the place of honour, with the sunshine warm upon it, and a green

garland always round it, was Marmee's beloved face, painted with

grateful skill by a great artist whom she had befriended when poor and

unknown. So beautifully lifelike was it that it seemed to smile down

upon her daughters, saying cheerfully:

'Be happy; I am with you still.'

The three sisters stood a moment looking up at the beloved picture with

eyes full of tender reverence and the longing that never left them; for

this noble mother had been so much to them that no one could ever fill

her place. Only two years since she had gone away to live and love anew,

leaving such a sweet memory behind her that it was both an inspiration

and a comforter to all the household. They felt this as they drew closer

to one another, and Laurie put it into words as he said earnestly:

'I can ask nothing better for my child than that she may be a woman like

our mother. Please God, she shall be, if I can do it; for I owe the best

I have to this dear saint.'

Just then a fresh voice began to sing 'Ave Maria' in the music-room, and

Bess unconsciously echoed her father's prayer for her as she dutifully

obeyed his wishes. The soft sound of the air Marmee used to sing led the

listeners back into the world again from that momentary reaching after

the loved and lost, and they sat down together near the open windows

enjoying the music, while Laurie brought them tea, making the little

service pleasant by the tender care he gave to it.

Nat came in with Demi, soon followed by Ted and Josie, the Professor and

his faithful Rob, all anxious to hear more about 'the boys'. The rattle

of cups and tongues grew brisk, and the setting sun saw a cheerful

company resting in the bright room after the varied labours of the day.

Professor Bhaer was grey now, but robust and genial as ever; for he had

the work he loved, and did it so heartily that the whole college felt

his beautiful influence. Rob was as much like him as it was possible for

a boy to be, and was already called the 'young Professor', he so adored

study and closely imitated his honoured father in all ways.

'Well, heart's dearest, we go to have our boys again, all two, and

may rejoice greatly,' said Mr Bhaer, seating himself beside Jo with a

beaming face and a handshake of congratulation.

'Oh, Fritz, I'm so delighted about Emil, and if you approve about Franz

also. Did you know Ludmilla? Is it a wise match?' asked Mrs Jo, handing

him her cup of tea and drawing closer, as if she welcomed her refuge in

joy as well as sorrow.

'It all goes well. I saw the Madchen when I went over to place Franz.

A child then, but most sweet and charming. Blumenthal is satisfied, I

think, and the boy will be happy. He is too German to be content away

from Vaterland, so we shall have him as a link between the new and the

old, and that pleases me much.'

'And Emil, he is to be second mate next voyage; isn't that fine? I'm so

happy that both your boys have done well; you gave up so much for them

and their mother. You make light of it, dear, but I never forget it,'

said Jo, with her hand in his as sentimentally as if she was a girl

again and her Fritz had come a-wooing.

He laughed his cheery laugh, and whispered behind her fan: 'If I had not

come to America for the poor lads, I never should have found my Jo.

The hard times are very sweet now, and I bless Gott for all I seemed to

lose, because I gained the blessing of my life.'

'Spooning! spooning! Here's an awful flirtation on the sly,' cried

Teddy, peering over the fan just at that interesting moment, much to his

mother's confusion and his father's amusement; for the Professor never

was ashamed of the fact that he still considered his wife the dearest

woman in the world. Rob promptly ejected his brother from one window,

to see him skip in at the other, while Mrs Jo shut her fan and held it

ready to rap her unruly boy's knuckles if he came near her again.

Nat approached in answer to Mr Bhaer's beckoning teaspoon, and stood

before them with a face full of the respectful affection he felt for the

excellent man who had done so much for him.

'I have the letters ready for thee, my son. They are two old friends of

mine in Leipzig, who will befriend thee in that new life. It is well to

have them, for thou wilt be heartbroken with Heimweh at the first, Nat,

and need comforting,' said the Professor, giving him several letters.

'Thanks, sir. Yes, I expect to be pretty lonely till I get started, then

my music and the hope of getting on will cheer me up,' answered Nat, who

both longed and dreaded to leave all these friends behind him and make

new ones.

He was a man now; but the blue eyes were as honest as ever, the mouth

still a little weak, in spite of the carefully cherished moustache

over it, and the broad forehead more plainly than ever betrayed the

music-loving nature of the youth. Modest, affectionate, and dutiful, Nat

was considered a pleasant though not a brilliant success by Mrs Jo. She

loved and trusted him, and was sure he would do his best, but did not

expect that he would be great in any way, unless the stimulus of foreign

training and self-dependence made him a better artist and a stronger man

than now seemed likely.

'I've marked all your things--or rather, Daisy did--and as soon as your

books are collected, we can see about the packing,' said Mrs Jo, who was

so used to fitting boys off for all quarters of the globe that a trip to

the North Pole would not have been too much for her.

Nat grew red at mention of that name--or was it the last glow of sunset

on his rather pale cheek?--and his heart beat happily at the thought of

the dear girl working Ns and Bs on his humble socks and handkerchiefs;

for Nat adored Daisy, and the cherished dream of his life was to earn

a place for himself as a musician and win this angel for his wife. This

hope did more for him than the Professor's counsels, Mrs Jo's care, or

Mr Laurie's generous help. For her sake he worked, waited, and hoped,

finding courage and patience in the dream of that happy future when

Daisy should make a little home for him and he fiddle a fortune into her

lap. Mrs Jo knew this; and though he was not exactly the man she would

have chosen for her niece, she felt that Nat would always need just the

wise and loving care Daisy could give him, and that without it there was

danger of his being one of the amiable and aimless men who fail for

want of the right pilot to steer them safely through the world. Mrs Meg

decidedly frowned upon the poor boy's love, and would not hear of giving

her dear girl to any but the best man to be found on the face of the

earth. She was very kind, but as firm as such gentle souls can be; and

Nat fled for comfort to Mrs Jo, who always espoused the interests of

her boys heartily. A new set of anxieties was beginning now that the

aforesaid boys were growing up, and she foresaw no end of worry as well

as amusement in the love-affairs already budding in her flock. Mrs Meg

was usually her best ally and adviser, for she loved romances as well

now as when a blooming girl herself. But in this case she hardened her

heart, and would not hear a word of entreaty. 'Nat was not man enough,

never would be, no one knew his family, a musician's life was a hard

one; Daisy was too young, five or six years hence when time had proved

both perhaps. Let us see what absence will do for him.' And that was the

end of it, for when the maternal Pelican was roused she could be very

firm, though for her precious children she would have plucked her last

feather and given the last drop of her blood.

Mrs Jo was thinking of this as she looked at Nat while he talked

with her husband about Leipzig, and she resolved to have a clear

understanding with him before he went; for she was used to confidences,

and talked freely with her boys about the trials and temptations that

beset all lives in the beginning, and so often mar them, for want of the

right word at the right moment.

This is the first duty of parents, and no false delicacy should

keep them from the watchful care, the gentle warning, which makes

self-knowledge and self-control the compass and pilot of the young as

they leave the safe harbour of home.

'Plato and his disciples approach,' announced irreverent Teddy, as Mr

March came in with several young men and women about him; for the wise

old man was universally beloved, and ministered so beautifully to his

flock that many of them thanked him all their lives for the help given

to both hearts and souls.

Bess went to him at once; for since Marmee died, Grandpapa was her

special care, and it was sweet to see the golden head bend over the

silver one as she rolled out his easy-chair and waited on him with

tender alacrity.

'Aesthetic tea always on tap here, sir; will you have a flowing bowl

or a bit of ambrosia?' asked Laurie, who was wandering about with a

sugar-basin in one hand and a plate of cake in the other; for sweetening

cups and feeding the hungry was work he loved.

'Neither, thanks; this child has taken care of me'; and Mr March turned

to Bess, who sat on one arm of his chair, holding a glass of fresh milk.

'Long may she live to do it, sir, and I be here to see this pretty

contradiction of the song that “youth and age cannot live together”!'

answered Laurie, smiling at the pair. '“Crabbed age”, papa; that makes

all the difference in the world,' said Bess quickly; for she loved

poetry, and read the best.

'Wouldst thou see fresh roses grow

In a reverend bed of snow?'

quoted Mr March, as Josie came and perched on the other arm, looking

like a very thorny little rose; for she had been having a hot discussion

with Ted, and had got the worst of it.

'Grandpa, must women always obey men and say they are the wisest, just

because they are the strongest?' she cried, looking fiercely at her

cousin, who came stalking up with a provoking smile on the boyish face

that was always very comical atop of that tall figure.

'Well, my dear, that is the old-fashioned belief, and it will take some

time to change it. But I think the woman's hour has struck; and it looks

to me as if the boys must do their best, for the girls are abreast

now, and may reach the goal first,' answered Mr March, surveying with

paternal satisfaction the bright faces of the young women, who were

among the best students in the college.

'The poor little Atalantas are sadly distracted and delayed by the

obstacles thrown in their way--not golden apples, by any means--but

I think they will stand a fair chance when they have learned to run

better,' laughed Uncle Laurie, stroking Josie's breezy hair, which stood

up like the fur of an angry kitten.

'Whole barrels of apples won't stop me when I start, and a dozen Teds

won't trip me up, though they may try. I'll show him that a woman can

act as well, if not better, than a man. It has been done, and will be

again; and I'll never own that my brain isn't as good as his, though it

may be smaller,' cried the excited young person.

'If you shake your head in that violent way you'll addle what brains you

have got; and I'd take care of 'em, if I were you,' began teasing Ted.

'What started this civil war?' asked Grandpapa, with a gentle emphasis

on the adjective, which caused the combatants to calm their ardour a

little.

'Why, we were pegging away at the Iliad and came to where Zeus tells

Juno not to inquire into his plans or he'll whip her, and Jo was

disgusted because Juno meekly hushed up. I said it was all right, and

agreed with the old fellow that women didn't know much and ought to obey

men,' explained Ted, to the great amusement of his hearers.

'Goddesses may do as they like, but those Greek and Trojan women were

poor-spirited things if they minded men who couldn't fight their own

battles and had to be hustled off by Pallas, and Venus, and Juno, when

they were going to get beaten. The idea of two armies stopping and

sitting down while a pair of heroes flung stones at one another! I don't

think much of your old Homer. Give me Napoleon or Grant for my hero.'

Josie's scorn was as funny as if a humming-bird scolded at an ostrich,

and everyone laughed as she sniffed at the immortal poet and criticized

the gods.

'Napoleon's Juno had a nice time; didn't she? That's just the way girls

argue--first one way and then the other,' jeered Ted.

'Like Johnson's young lady, who was “not categorical, but all

wiggle-waggle”,' added Uncle Laurie, enjoying the battle immensely.

'I was only speaking of them as soldiers. But if you come to the woman

side of it, wasn't Grant a kind husband and Mrs Grant a happy woman?

He didn't threaten to whip her if she asked a natural question; and if

Napoleon did do wrong about Josephine, he could fight, and didn't want

any Minerva to come fussing over him. They were a stupid set, from

dandified Paris to Achilles sulking in his ships, and I won't change my

opinion for all the Hectors and Agamemnons in Greece,' said Josie, still

unconquered.

'You can fight like a Trojan, that's evident; and we will be the two

obedient armies looking on while you and Ted have it out,' began Uncle

Laurie, assuming the attitude of a warrior leaning on his spear.

'I fear we must give it up, for Pallas is about to descend and carry off

our Hector,' said Mr March, smiling, as Jo came to remind her son that

suppertime was near.

'We will fight it out later when there are no goddesses to interfere,'

said Teddy, as he turned away with unusual alacrity, remembering the

treat in store.

'Conquered by a muffin, by Jove!' called Josie after him, exulting in an

opportunity to use the classical exclamation forbidden to her sex.

But Ted shot a Parthian arrow as he retired in good order by replying,

with a highly virtuous expression:

'Obedience is a soldier's first duty.'

Bent on her woman's privilege of having the last word, Josie ran after

him, but never uttered the scathing speech upon her lips, for a very

brown young man in a blue suit came leaping up the steps with a cheery

'Ahoy! ahoy! where is everybody?'

'Emil! Emil!' cried Josie, and in a moment Ted was upon him, and the

late enemies ended their fray in a joyful welcome to the newcomer.

Muffins were forgotten, and towing their cousin like two fussy little

tugs with a fine merchantman, the children returned to the parlour,

where Emil kissed all the women and shook hands with all the men except

his uncle; him he embraced in the good old German style, to the great

delight of the observers.

'Didn't think I could get off today, but found I could, and steered

straight for old Plum. Not a soul there, so I luffed and bore away for

Parnassus, and here is every man Jack of you. Bless your hearts, how

glad I am to see you all!' exclaimed the sailor boy, beaming at them, as

he stood with his legs apart as if he still felt the rocking deck under

his feet.

'You ought to “shiver your timbers”, not “bless our hearts”, Emil; it's

not nautical at all. Oh, how nice and shippy and tarry you do smell!'

said Josie, sniffing at him with great enjoyment of the fresh sea odours

he brought with him. This was her favourite cousin, and she was his

pet; so she knew that the bulging pockets of the blue jacket contained

treasures for her at least.

'Avast, my hearty, and let me take soundings before you dive,' laughed

Emil, understanding her affectionate caresses, and holding her off with

one hand while with the other he rummaged out sundry foreign little

boxes and parcels marked with different names, and handed them round

with appropriate remarks, which caused much laughter; for Emil was a

wag.

'There's a hawser that will hold our little cock-boat still about five

minutes,' he said, throwing a necklace of pretty pink coral over Josie's

head; 'and here's something the mermaids sent to Undine,' he added,

handing Bess a string of pearly shells on a silver chain.

I thought Daisy would like a fiddle, and Nat can find her a beau,'

continued the sailor, with a laugh, as he undid a dainty filigree brooch

in the shape of a violin.

'I know she will, and I'll take it to her,' answered Nat, as he

vanished, glad of an errand, and sure that he could find Daisy though

Emil had missed her.

Emil chuckled, and handed out a quaintly carved bear whose head opened,

showing a capacious ink-stand. This he presented, with a scrape, to Aunt

Jo.

'Knowing your fondness for these fine animals, I brought this one to

your pen.'

'Very good, Commodore! Try again,' said Mrs Jo, much pleased with her

gift, which caused the Professor to prophesy 'works of Shakespeare' from

its depths, so great would be the inspiration of the beloved bruin.

'As Aunt Meg will wear caps, in spite of her youth, I got Ludmilla to

get me some bits of lace. Hope you'll like 'em'; and out of a soft paper

came some filmy things, one of which soon lay like a net of snowflakes

on Mrs Meg's pretty hair.

'I couldn't find anything swell enough for Aunt Amy, because she has

everything she wants, so I brought a little picture that always makes

me think of her when Bess was a baby'; and he handed her an oval ivory

locket, on which was painted a goldenhaired Madonna, with a rosy child

folded in her blue mantle.

'How lovely!' cried everyone; and Aunt Amy at once hung it about her

neck on the blue ribbon from Bess's hair, charmed with her gift; for it

recalled the happiest year of her life.

'Now, I flatter myself I've got just the thing for Nan, neat but not

gaudy, a sort of sign you see, and very appropriate for a doctor,' said

Emil, proudly displaying a pair of lava earrings shaped like little

skulls.

'Horrid!' And Bess, who hated ugly things, turned her eyes to her own

pretty shells.

'She won't wear earrings,' said Josie.

'Well, she'll enjoy punching your ears then. She's never so happy as

when she's overhauling her fellow creatures and going for 'em with a

knife,' answered Emil, undisturbed. 'I've got a lot of plunder for you

fellows in my chest, but I knew I should have no peace till my cargo for

the girls was unloaded. Now tell me all the news.' And, seated on Amy's

best marbletopped table, the sailor swung his legs and talked at the

rate of ten knots an hour, till Aunt Jo carried them all off to a grand

family tea in honour of the Commodore.