Eight Cousins. Louisa May Alcott

I belong to him, and shall have to mind him, till I am eighteen. I may not like him a bit, and I fret about it all the time."

      "Well, I wouldn't borrow trouble, but have a real good time. I'm sure I should think I was in clover if I had folks and money, and nothing to do but enjoy myself," began Phebe, but got no further, for a sudden rush and rumble outside made them both jump.

      "It's thunder," said Phebe.

      "It's a circus!" cried Rose, who from her elevated perch had caught glimpses of a gay cart of some sort and several ponies with flying manes and tails.

      The sound died away, and the girls were about to continue their confidences when old Debby appeared, looking rather cross and sleepy after her nap.

      "You are wanted in the parlor, Miss Rose."

      "Has anybody come?"

      "Little girls shouldn't ask questions, but do as they are bid," was all Debby would answer.

      "I do hope it isn't Aunt Myra; she always scares me out of my wits asking how my cough is, and groaning over me as if I was going to die," said Rose, preparing to retire the way she came, for the slide, being cut for the admission of bouncing Christmas turkeys and puddings, was plenty large enough for a slender girl.

      "Guess you'll wish it was Aunt Myra when you see who has come. Don't never let me catch you coming into my kitchen that way again, or I'll shut you up in the big biler," growled Debby, who thought it her duty to snub children on all occasions.

      CHAPTER II. THE CLAN.

      ROSE scrambled into the china-closet as rapidly as possible, and there refreshed herself by making faces at Debby, while she settled her plumage and screwed up her courage. Then she crept softly down the hall and peeped into the parlor. No one appeared, and all was so still she felt sure the company was upstairs. So she skipped boldly through the half-open folding-doors, to behold on the other side a sight that nearly took her breath away.

      Seven boys stood in a row,—all ages, all sizes, all yellow-haired and blue-eyed, all in full Scotch costume, and all smiling, nodding, and saying as with one voice, "How are you, cousin?"

      Rose gave a little gasp and looked wildly about her as if ready to fly, for fear magnified the seven and the room seemed full of boys. Before she could run, however, the tallest lad stepped out of the line, saying pleasantly,—

      "Don't be frightened. This is the clan come to welcome you; and I'm the chief, Archie, at your service."

      He held out his hand as he spoke, and Rose timidly put her own into a brown paw, which closed over the white morsel and held it as the chief continued his introductions.

      "We came in full rig, for we always turn out in style on grand occasions. Hope you like it. Now I'll tell you who these chaps are, and then we shall be all right. This big one is Prince Charlie, Aunt Clara's boy. She has but one, so he is an extra good one. This old fellow is Mac, the bookworm, called Worm for short. This sweet creature is Steve the Dandy. Look at his gloves and top-knot, if you please. They are Aunt Jane's lads, and a precious pair you'd better believe. These are the Brats, my brothers, Geordie and Will, and Jamie the Baby. Now, my men, step out and show your manners."

      At this command, to Rose's great dismay, six more hands were offered, and it was evident that she was expected to shake them all. It was a trying moment to the bashful child; but, remembering that they were her kinsmen come to welcome her, she tried her best to return the greeting cordially.

      This impressive ceremony being over, the clan broke ranks, and both rooms instantly appeared to be pervaded with boys. Rose hastily retired to the shelter of a big chair and sat there watching the invaders and wondering when her aunt would come and rescue her.

      As if bound to do their duty manfully, yet rather oppressed by it, each lad paused beside her chair in his wanderings, made a brief remark, received a still briefer answer, and then sheered off with a relieved expression.

      Archie came first, and, leaning over the chair-back, observed in a paternal tone,—

      "I'm glad you've come, cousin, and I hope you'll find the Aunt-hill pretty jolly."

      "I think I shall."

      Mac shook his hair out of his eyes, stumbled over a stool, and asked abruptly,—

      "Did you bring any books with you?"

      "Four boxes full. They are in the library."

      Mac vanished from the room, and Steve, striking an attitude which displayed his costume effectively, said with an affable smile,—

      "We were sorry not to see you last Wednesday. I hope your cold is better."

      "Yes, thank you." And a smile began to dimple about Rose's mouth as she remembered her retreat under the bed-cover.

      Feeling that he had been received with distinguished marks of attention, Steve strolled away with his top-knot higher than ever, and Prince Charlie pranced across the room, saying in a free and easy tone,—

      "Mamma sent her love and hopes you will be well enough to come over for a day next week. It must be desperately dull here for a little thing like you."

      "I'm thirteen and a half, though I do look small," cried Rose, forgetting her shyness in indignation at this insult to her newly acquired teens.

      "Beg pardon, ma'am; never should have guessed it." And Charlie went off with a laugh, glad to have struck a spark out of his meek cousin.

      Geordie and Will came together, two sturdy eleven and twelve year olders, and, fixing their round blue eyes on Rose, fired off a question apiece as if it was a shooting match and she the target.

      "Did you bring your monkey?"

      "No; he is dead."

      "Are you going to have a boat?"

      "I hope not."

      Here the two, with a right-about-face movement, abruptly marched away, and little Jamie demanded with childish frankness,—

      "Did you bring me any thing nice?"

      "Yes, lots of candy," answered Rose, whereupon Jamie ascended into her lap with a sounding kiss and the announcement that he liked her very much.

      This proceeding rather startled Rose, for the other lads looked and laughed, and in her confusion she said hastily to the young usurper,—

      "Did you see the circus go by?"

      "When? Where?" cried all the boys in great excitement at once.

      "Just before you came. At least I thought it was a circus, for I saw a red and black sort of cart and ever so many little ponies, and—"

      She got no farther, for a general shout made her pause suddenly, as Archie explained the joke by saying in the middle of his laugh,—

      "It was our new dog-cart and the Shetland ponies. You'll never hear the last of your circus, cousin."

      "But there were so many, and they went so fast, and the cart was so very red," began Rose, trying to explain her mistake.

      "Come and see them all!" cried the Prince. And before she knew what was happening she was borne away to the barn and tumultuously introduced to three shaggy ponies and the gay new dog-cart.

      She had never visited these regions before, and had her doubts as to the propriety of her being there now, but when she suggested that "Auntie might not like it," there was a general cry of,—

      "She told us to amuse you, and we can do it ever so much better out here than poking round in the house."

      "I'm afraid I shall get cold without my sacque," began Rose, who wanted to stay, but felt rather out of her element.

      "No, you won't! We'll fix you," cried the lads, as one clapped his cap on her head, another tied a rough