Part 1 (1/2)
Rose in Bloom.
by Louisa May Alcott.
PREFACE.
As authors may be supposed to know better than any one else what they intended to do when writing a book, I beg leave to say that there is no moral to this story. Rose is not designed for a model girl: and the Sequel was simply written in fulfilment of a promise; hoping to afford some amus.e.m.e.nt, and perhaps here and there a helpful hint, to other roses getting ready to bloom.
L. M. ALCOTT.
CHAPTER I.
_COMING HOME._
Three young men stood together on a wharf one bright October day, awaiting the arrival of an ocean steamer with an impatience which found a vent in lively skirmishes with a small lad, who pervaded the premises like a will-o'-the-wisp, and afforded much amus.e.m.e.nt to the other groups a.s.sembled there.
”They are the Campbells, waiting for their cousin, who has been abroad several years with her uncle, the Doctor,” whispered one lady to another, as the handsomest of the young men touched his hat to her as he pa.s.sed, lugging the boy, whom he had just rescued from a little expedition down among the piles.
”Which is that?” asked the stranger.
”Prince Charlie, as he's called,--a fine fellow, the most promising of the seven; but a little fast, people say,” answered the first speaker, with a shake of the head.
”Are the others his brothers?”
”No, cousins. The elder is Archie, a most exemplary young man. He has just gone into business with the merchant uncle, and bids fair to be an honor to his family. The other, with the eye-gla.s.ses and no gloves, is Mac, the odd one, just out of college.”
”And the boy?”
”Oh, he is Jamie, the youngest brother of Archibald, and the pet of the whole family. Mercy on us! he'll be in if they don't hold on to him.”
The ladies' chat came to a sudden end just there; for, by the time Jamie had been fished out of a hogshead, the steamer hove in sight and every thing else was forgotten. As it swung slowly round to enter the dock, a boyish voice shouted,--
”There she is! I see her and uncle and Phebe! Hooray for Cousin Rose!”
and three small cheers were given with a will by Jamie, as he stood on a post waving his arms like a windmill, while his brother held on to the tail of his jacket.
Yes, there they were,--Uncle Alec swinging his hat like a boy, with Phebe smiling and nodding on one side, and Rose kissing both hands delightedly on the other, as she recognized familiar faces and heard familiar voices welcoming her home.
”Bless her dear heart, she's bonnier than ever! Looks like a Madonna,--doesn't she?--with that blue cloak round her, and her bright hair flying in the wind!” said Charlie excitedly, as they watched the group upon the deck with eager eyes.
”Madonnas don't wear hats like that. Rose hasn't changed much, but Phebe has. Why, she's a regular beauty!” answered Archie, staring with all his might at the dark-eyed young woman, with the brilliant color and glossy, black braids s.h.i.+ning in the sun.
”Dear old uncle! doesn't it seem good to have him back?” was all Mac said; but he was not looking at ”dear old uncle,” as he made the fervent remark, for he saw only the slender blonde girl near by, and stretched out his hands to meet hers, forgetful of the green water tumbling between them.
During the confusion that reigned for a moment as the steamer settled to her moorings, Rose looked down into the three faces upturned to hers, and seemed to read in them something that both pleased and pained her. It was only a glance, and her own eyes were full; but through the mist of happy tears she received the impression that Archie was about the same, that Mac had decidedly improved, and that something was amiss with Charlie. There was no time for observation, however; for in a moment the sh.o.r.eward rush began, and, before she could grasp her travelling bag, Jamie was clinging to her like an ecstatic young bear. She was with difficulty released from his embrace, to fall into the gentler ones of the elder cousins, who took advantage of the general excitement to welcome both blooming girls with affectionate impartiality. Then the wanderers were borne ash.o.r.e in a triumphal procession, while Jamie danced rapturous jigs before them even on the gangway.
Archie remained to help his uncle get the luggage through the Custom House, and the others escorted the damsels home. No sooner were they shut up in a carriage, however, than a new and curious constraint seemed to fall upon the young people; for they realized, all at once, that their former playmates were men and women now. Fortunately, Jamie was quite free from this feeling of restraint, and, sitting bodkin-wise between the ladies, took all sorts of liberties with them and their belongings.
”Well, my mannikin, what do you think of us?” asked Rose, to break an awkward pause.