Little Men. Life at Plumfield with Jo's Boys. Alcott Louisa May

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СКАЧАТЬ and Aunt Jo knew by long experience how soon new toys lose their charm if they are not prudently used.

      Every one was very kind to Daisy that afternoon. Tommy promised her the first fruits of his garden, though the only visible crop just then was pig-weed; Nat offered to supply her with wood, free of charge; Stuffy quite worshipped her; Ned immediately fell to work on a little refrigerator for her kitchen; and Demi, with a punctuality beautiful to see in one so young, escorted her to the nursery just as the clock struck five. It was not time for the party to begin, but he begged so hard to come in and help that he was allowed privileges few visitors enjoy, for he kindled the fire, ran errands, and watched the progress of his supper with intense interest. Mrs. Jo directed the affair as she came and went, being very busy putting up clean curtains all over the house.

      “Ask Asia for a cup of sour cream, then your cakes will be light without much soda, which I don’t like,” was the first order.

      Demi tore down-stairs, and returned with the cream, also a puckered-up face, for he had tasted it on his way, and found it so sour that he predicted the cakes would be uneatable. Mrs. Jo took this occasion to deliver a short lecture from the step-ladder on the chemical properties of soda, to which Daisy did not listen, but Demi did, and understood it, as he proved by the brief but comprehensive reply, —

      “Yes, I see, soda turns sour things sweet, and the fizzling up makes them light. Let’s see you do it, Daisy.”

      “Fill that bowl nearly full of flour and add a little salt to it,” continued Mrs. Jo.

      “Oh dear, every thing has to have salt in it, seems to me,” said Sally, who was tired of opening the pill-box in which it was kept.

      “Salt is like good-humor, and nearly every thing is better for a pinch of it, Posy,” and Uncle Fritz stopped as he passed, hammer in hand, to drive up two or three nails for Sally’s little pans to hang on.

      “You are not invited to tea, but I’ll give you some cakes, and I won’t be cross,” said Daisy, putting up her floury little face to thank him with a kiss.

      “Fritz, you must not interrupt my cooking class, or I’ll come in and moralize when you are teaching Latin. How would you like that?” said Mrs. Jo, throwing a great chintz curtain down on his head.

      “Very much, try it and see,” and the amiable Father Bhaer went singing and tapping about the house like a mammoth woodpecker.

      “Put the soda into the cream, and when it ‘fizzles’ as Demi says, stir it into the flour, and beat it up as hard as ever you can. Have your griddle hot, butter it well, and then fry away till I come back,” and Aunt Jo vanished also.

      Such a clatter as the little spoon made, and such a beating as the batter got, it quite foamed, I assure you; and when Daisy poured some on to the griddle, it rose like magic into a puffy flapjack, that made Demi’s mouth water. To be sure, the first one stuck and scorched, because she forgot the butter, but after that first failure all went well, and six capital little cakes were safely landed in a dish.

      “I think I’d like maple-syrup better than sugar,” said Demi from his arm-chair, where he had settled himself after setting the table in a new and peculiar manner.

      “Then go and ask Asia for some,” answered Daisy, going into the bath-room to wash her hands.

      While the nursery was empty something dreadful happened. You see, Kit had been feeling hurt all day because he had carried meat safely and yet got none to pay him. He was not a bad dog, but he had his little faults like the rest of us, and could not always resist temptation. Happening to stroll into the nursery at that moment, he smelt the cakes, saw them unguarded on the low table, and never stopping to think of consequences, swallowed all six at one mouthful. I am glad to say that they were very hot, and burned him so badly that he could not repress a surprised yelp. Daisy heard it, ran in, saw the empty dish, also the end of a yellow tail disappearing under the bed. Without a word she seized that tail, pulled out the thief, and shook him until his ears flapped wildly, then bundled him down-stairs to the shed, where he spent a lonely evening in the coal-bin.

      Cheered by the sympathy which Demi gave her, Daisy made another bowlful of batter, and fried a dozen cakes, which were even better than the others. Indeed, Uncle Fritz after eating two sent up word that he had never tasted any so nice, and every boy at the table below envied Demi at the flapjack party above.

      It was a truly delightful supper, for the little teapot lid only fell off three times, and the milk jug upset but once; the cakes floated in syrup, and the toast had a delicious beef-steak flavor, owing to cook’s using the gridiron to make it on. Demi forgot philosophy, and stuffed like any carnal boy, while Daisy planned sumptuous banquets, and the dolls looked on smiling affably.

      “Well, dearies, have you had a good time?” asked Mrs. Jo, coming up with Teddy on her shoulder.

      “A very good time. I shall come again soon,” answered Demi, with emphasis.

      “I’m afraid you have eaten too much, by the look of that table.”

      “No, I haven’t; I only ate fifteen cakes, and they were very little ones,” protested Demi, who had kept his sister busy supplying his plate.

      “They won’t hurt him, they are so nice,” said Daisy, with such a funny mixture of maternal fondness and housewifely pride that Aunt Jo could only smile and say, —

      “Well, on the whole, the new game is a success, then?”

      “I like it,” said Demi, as if his approval was all that was necessary.

      “It is the dearest play ever made!” cried Daisy, hugging her little dish-tub as she proposed to wash up the cups. “I just wish everybody had a sweet cooking stove like mine,” she added, regarding it with affection.

      “This play ought to have a name,” said Demi, gravely removing the syrup from his countenance with his tongue.

      “It has.”

      “Oh, what?” asked both children, eagerly.

      “Well, I think we will call it Patty pans,” and Aunt Jo retired, satisfied with the success of her last trap to catch a sunbeam.

      CHAPTER VI

      A FIRE BRAND

      “Please, ma’am, could I speak to you? It is something very important,” said Nat, popping his head in at the door of Mrs. Bhaer’s room.

      It was the fifth head which had popped in during the last half-hour; but Mrs. Jo was used to it, so she looked up, and said briskly, —

      “What is it, my lad?”

      Nat came in, shut the door carefully behind him, and said in an eager, anxious tone, —

      “Dan has come.”

      “Who is Dan?”

      “He’s a boy I used to know when I fiddled round the streets. He sold papers, and he was kind to me, and I saw him the other day in town, and told him how nice it was here, and he’s come.”

      “But, my dear boy, that is rather a sudden way to pay a visit.”

      “Oh, it isn’t a visit; he wants to stay if you will let him!” said Nat, innocently.

      “Well, but I don’t know СКАЧАТЬ