I can get, for that is what I need most,” said Mrs. Jo, so soberly that
the lads fell to thinking in good earnest what they should say when
their turns came, and some among them felt a twinge of remorse,
that they had helped to use up Mother Bhaer’s stock of patience so
fast.
Franz wanted perseverance, Tommy steadiness, Ned went in for
good temper, Daisy for industry, Demi for “as much wiseness as
Grandpa,” and Nat timidly said he wanted so many things he
would let Mr. Bhaer choose for him. The others chose much the
same things, and patience, good temper, and generosity seemed the
favorite crops. One boy wished to like to get up early, but did not
know what name to give that sort of seed; and poor Stuffy sighed
out,
“I wish I loved my lessons as much as I do my dinner, but I can’t.”
“We will plant self-denial, and hoe it and water it, and make it
grow so well that next Christmas no one will get ill by eating too
much dinner. If you exercise your mind, George, it will get hungry
just as your body does, and you will love books almost as much as
my philosopher here,” said Mr. Bhaer; adding, as he stroked the
hair off Demi’s fine forehead, “You are greedy also, my son, and
you like to stuff your little mind full of fairy tales and fancies, as
well as George likes to fill his little stomach with cake and candy.
Both are bad, and I want you to try something better. Arithmetic is
not half so pleasant as ‘Arabian Nights,’ I know, but it is a very
useful thing, and now is the time to learn it, else you will be
ashamed and sorry by and by.”
“But, ‘Harry and Lucy,’ and ‘Frank,’ are not fairy books, and they
are all full of barometers, and bricks, and shoeing horses, and
useful things, and I’m fond of them; ain’t I, Daisy?” said Demi,
anxious to defend himself.
“So they are; but I find you reading ‘Roland and Maybird,’ a great
deal oftener than ‘Harry and Lucy,’ and I think you are not half so
fond of ‘Frank’ as you are of ‘Sinbad.’ Come, I shall make a little
bargain with you both, George shall eat but three times a day, and
you shall read but one story-book a week, and I will give you the
new cricket-ground; only, you must promise to play in it,” said
Uncle Fritz, in his persuasive way, for Stuffy hated to run about,
and Demi was always reading in play hours.
“But we don’t like cricket,” said Demi.
“Perhaps not now, but you will when you know it. Besides, you do
like to be generous, and the other boys want to play, and you can
give them the new ground if you choose.”
This was taken them both on the right side, and they agreed to the
bargain, to the great satisfaction of the rest.
There was a little more talk about the gardens, and then they all
sang together. The band delighted Nat, for Mrs. Bhaer played the
piano, Franz the flute, Mr. Bhaer a bass viol, and he himself the
violin. A very simple little concert, but all seemed to enjoy it, and
old Asia, sitting in the corner, joined at times with the sweetest
voice of any, for in this family, master and servant, old and young,
black and white, shared in the Sunday song, which went up to the
Father of them all. After this they each shook hands with Father
Bhaer; Mother Bhaer kissed them every one from sixteen-year-old
Franz to little Rob, how kept the tip of her nose for his own
particular kisses, and then they trooped up to bed.
The light of the shaded lamp that burned in the nursery shone
softly on a picture hanging at the foot of Nat’s bed. There were
several others on the walls, but the boy thought there must be
something peculiar about this one, for it had a graceful frame of
moss and cones about it, and on a little bracket underneath stood a
vase of wild flowers freshly gathered from the spring woods. It
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