Little Men by Louisa May Alcott (i am malala young readers edition .txt) ๐
In the room on the left a long supper-table was seen, set forth with great pitchers of new milk, piles of brown and white bread, and perfect stacks of the shiny gingerbread so dear to boyish souls. A flavor of toast was in the air, also suggestions of baked apples, very tantalizing to one hungry little nose and stomach.
The hall, however, presented the most inviting prospect of all, for a brisk game of tag was going on in the upper entry. One l
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โThen I shall send him right home,โ said Daisy, with decision.
โPeople don't do so at parties, it isn't proper.โ
โI shall never ask him any more.โ
โThat would do. He'd be sorry not to come to the dinner-ball, wouldn't he?โ
โI guess he would! we'll have the splendidest things ever seen, won't we? Real soup with a ladle and a tureem [she meant tureen] and a little bird for turkey, and gravy, and all kinds of nice vegytubbles.โ Daisy never could say vegetables properly, and had given up trying.
โIt is 'most three, and we ought to dress,โ said Nan, who had arranged a fine costume for the occasion, and was anxious to wear it.
โI am the mother, so I shan't dress up much,โ said Daisy, putting on a night-cap ornamented with a red bow, one of her aunt's long skirts, and a shawl; a pair of spectacles and large pocket handkerchief completed her toilette, making a plump, rosy little matron of her.
Nan had a wreath of artificial flowers, a pair of old pink slippers, a yellow scarf, a green muslin skirt, and a fan made of feathers from the duster; also, as a last touch of elegance, a smelling-bottle without any smell in it.
โI am the daughter, so I rig up a good deal, and I must sing and dance, and talk more than you do. The mothers only get the tea and be proper, you know.โ
A sudden very loud knock caused Miss Smith to fly into a chair, and fan herself violently, while her mamma sat bolt upright on the sofa, and tried to look quite calm and โproper.โ Little Bess, who was on a visit, acted the part of maid, and opened the door, saying with a smile, โWart in, gemplemun; it's all weady.โ
In honor of the occasion, the boys wore high paper collars, tall black hats, and gloves of every color and material, for they were an afterthought, and not a boy among them had a perfect pair.
โGood day, mum,โ said Demi, in a deep voice, which was so hard to keep up that his remarks had to be extremely brief.
Every one shook hands and then sat down, looking so funny, yet so sober, that the gentlemen forgot their manners, and rolled in their chairs with laughter.
โOh, don't!โ cried Mrs. Smith, much distressed.
โYou can't ever come again if you act so,โ added Miss Smith, rapping Mr. Bangs with her bottle because he laughed loudest.
โI can't help it, you look so like fury,โ gasped Mr. Bangs, with most uncourteous candor.
โSo do you, but I shouldn't be so rude as to say so. He shan't come to the dinner-ball, shall he, Daisy?โ cried Nan, indignantly.
โI think we had better dance now. Did you bring your fiddle, sir?โ asked Mrs. Smith, trying to preserve her polite composure.
โIt is outside the door,โ and Nat went to get it.
โBetter have tea first,โ proposed the unabashed Tommy, winking openly at Demi to remind him that the sooner the refreshments were secured, the sooner they could escape.
โNo, we never have supper first; and if you don't dance well you won't have any supper at all, not one bit, sir,โ said Mrs. Smith, so sternly that her wild guests saw she was not to be trifled with, and grew overwhelmingly civil all at once.
โI will take Mr. Bangs and teach him the polka, for he does not know it fit to be seen,โ added the hostess, with a reproachful look that sobered Tommy at once.
Nat struck up, and the ball opened with two couples, who went conscientiously through a somewhat varied dance. The ladies did well, because they liked it, but the gentlemen exerted themselves from more selfish motives, for each felt that he must earn his supper, and labored manfully toward that end. When every one was out of breath they were allowed to rest; and, indeed, poor Mrs. Smith needed it, for her long dress had tripped her up many times. The little maid passed round molasses and water in such small cups that one guest actually emptied nine. I refrain from mentioning his name, because this mild beverage affected him so much that he put cup and all into his mouth at the ninth round, and choked himself publicly.
โYou must ask Nan to play and sing now,โ said Daisy to her brother, who sat looking very much like an owl, as he gravely regarded the festive scene between his high collars.
โGive us a song, mum,โ said the obedient guest, secretly wondering where the piano was.
threw back the lid of the writing-desk, and sitting down before it,
accompanied herself with a vigor which made the old desk rattle as she
sang that new and lovely song, beginning
โGaily the troubadour
Touched his guitar,
As he was hastening
Home from the war.โ
The gentlemen applauded so enthusiastically that she gave them โBounding Billows,โ โLittle Bo-Peep,โ and other gems of song, till they were obliged to hint that they had had enough. Grateful for the praises bestowed upon her daughter, Mrs. Smith graciously announced,
โNow we will have tea. Sit down carefully, and don't grab.โ
It was beautiful to see the air of pride with which the good lady did the honors of her table, and the calmness with which she bore the little mishaps that occurred. The best pie flew wildly on the floor when she tried to cut it with a very dull knife; the bread and butter vanished with a rapidity calculated to dismay a housekeeper's soul; and, worst of all, the custards were so soft that they had to be drunk up, instead of being eaten elegantly with the new tin spoons.
I grieve to state that Miss Smith squabbled with the maid for the best jumble, which caused Bess to toss the whole dish into the air, and burst out crying amid a rain of falling cakes. She was comforted by a seat at the table, and the sugar-bowl to empty; but during this flurry a large plate of patties was mysteriously lost, and could not be found. They were the chief ornament of the feast, and Mrs. Smith was indignant at the loss, for she had made them herself, and they were beautiful to behold. I put it to any lady if it was not hard to have one dozen delicious patties (made of flour, salt, and water, with a large raisin in the middle of each, and much sugar over the whole) swept away at one fell swoop?
โYou hid them, Tommy; I know you did!โ cried the outraged hostess, threatening her suspected guest with the milk-pot.
โI didn't!โ
โYou did!โ
โIt isn't proper to contradict,โ said Nan, who was hastily eating up the jelly during the fray.
โGive them back, Demi,โ said Tommy.
โThat's a fib, you've got them in your own pocket,โ bawled Demi, roused by the false accusation.
โLet's take 'em away from him. It's too bad to make Daisy cry,โ suggested Nat, who found his first ball more exciting than he expected.
Daisy was already weeping, Bess like a devoted servant mingled her tears with those of her mistress, and Nan denounced the entire race of boys as โplaguey things.โ Meanwhile the battle raged among the gentlemen, for, when the two defenders of innocence fell upon the foe, that hardened youth intrenched himself behind a table and pelted them with the stolen tarts, which were very effective missiles, being nearly as hard as bullets. While his ammunition held out the besieged prospered, but the moment the last patty flew over the parapet, the villain was seized, dragged howling from the room, and cast upon the hall floor in an ignominious heap. The conquerors then returned flushed with victory, and while Demi consoled poor Mrs. Smith, Nat and Nan collected the scattered tarts, replaced each raisin in its proper bed, and rearranged the dish so that it really looked almost as well as ever. But their glory had departed, for the sugar was gone, and no one cared to eat them after the insult offered to them.
โI guess we had better go,โ said Demi, suddenly, as Aunt Jo's voice was heard on the stairs.
โP'r'aps we had,โ and Nat hastily dropped a stray jumble that he had just picked up.
But Mrs. Jo was among them before the retreat was accomplished, and into her sympathetic ear the young ladies poured the story of their woes.
โNo more balls for these boys till they have atoned for this bad behavior by doing something kind to you,โ said Mrs. Jo, shaking her head at the three culprits.
โWe were only in fun,โ began Demi.
โI don't like fun that makes other people unhappy. I am disappointed in you, Demi, for I hoped you would never learn to tease Daisy. Such a kind little sister as she is to you.โ
โBoys always tease their sisters; Tom says so,โ muttered Demi.
โI don't intend that my boys shall, and I must send Daisy home if you cannot play happily together,โ said Aunt Jo, soberly.
At this awful threat, Demi sidled up to his sister, and Daisy hastily dried her tears, for to be separated was the worst misfortune that could happen to the twins.
โNat was bad, too, and Tommy was baddest of all,โ observed Nan, fearing that two of the sinners would not get their fair share of punishment.
โI am sorry,โ said Nat, much ashamed.
โI ain't!โ bawled Tommy through the keyhole, where he was listening with all his might.
Mrs. Jo wanted very much to laugh, but kept her countenance, and said impressively, as she pointed to the door,
โYou can go, boys, but remember, you are not to speak to or play with the little girls till I give you leave. You don't deserve the pleasure, so I forbid it.โ
The ill-mannered young gentlemen hastily retired, to be received outside with derision and scorn by the unrepentant Bangs, who would not associate with them for at least fifteen minutes. Daisy was soon consoled for the failure of her ball, but lamented the edict that parted her from her brother, and mourned over his short-comings in her tender little heart. Nan rather enjoyed the trouble, and went about turning up her pug nose at the three, especially Tommy, who pretended not to care, and loudly proclaimed his satisfaction at being rid of those โstupid girls.โ But in his secret soul he soon repented of the rash act that caused this banishment from the society he loved, and every hour of separation taught him the value of the โstupid girls.โ
The others gave in very soon, and longed to be friends, for now there was no Daisy to pet and cook for them; no Nan to amuse and doctor them; and, worst of all, no Mrs. Jo to make home life pleasant and life easy for them. To their great affliction, Mrs. Jo seemed to consider herself one of the offended girls, for she hardly spoke to the outcasts, looked as if she did not see them when she passed, and was always too busy now to attend to their requests. This sudden and entire exile from favor cast a gloom over their souls, for when Mother Bhaer deserted them, their sun had set at noon-day, as it were, and they had no refuge left.
This unnatural state of things actually lasted for three days, then they could bear it no longer, and fearing that the eclipse might become total, went to Mr. Bhaer for help and counsel.
It is my private opinion that he had received instructions how to behave if the case should be laid before him. But no one suspected it, and he gave the afflicted boys some advice, which they gratefully accepted and carried out in the following manner:
Secluding themselves in the garret, they devoted several play-hours to the manufacture of some mysterious machine, which took so much paste that Asia grumbled, and the little girls wondered mightily. Nan nearly got her inquisitive nose
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