"O poh!" said Benny. "I see "em go by. Paint-pots on their heads, and brushes _in_ "em! I wasn"t goin" to chase!"
"Guess n.o.body wouldn"t let ye?" said Frankie.
"Didn"t either!" cried Tommy, "didn"t have paint-pots!"
"Did!" said Benny. "Guess my great brother knows!"
"Guess we know," said Frankie, "when we went!"
"And the town was all _celebrated_," said Tommy. And the houses all _gloomed_ up! And horses! O my!
"O poh!" said Benny. "When I grow up, I"m goin" to have a span!"
If mother does go, she"ll take Tommy, for she wouldn"t sleep a wink away from him over night. Father pretends he"d go if he had a handsome span.
Says he hasn"t got a horse in the barn good enough to take mother out riding. When Mammy Sarah was here washing, she told him how he could get a good span. You know he"s always joking about taking summer boarders.
Says Mammy Sarah, "Now "t is a wonder to me you don"t do it, for summer boarders is as good as a gold-mine. Money runs right out of their pockets, and all you have to do is to catch it." She says we could make enough out of a couple of them, in a month"s time, to buy a handsome span, and she isn"t sure but the harness.
I think we begin to be a little in earnest about summer boarders. For we have rooms enough, in both houses together, and milk and vegetables, and mother"s a splendid cook. Mammy Sarah says, "They ain"t diffikilt, and after they"ve been in the country couple of weeks, they don"t eat so very much more than other folks."
Father says he wants to take them more for the entertainment than the money. He wants rich ones, but not the sensible kind, that know money isn"t the only thing worth having. Says what he wants is that silly, stuck-up kind, that put on airs, and make fools of themselves, they"d be so amusing! Thinks the best sort for our use would be specimens that went up quite sudden from poor to rich, like balloons, all filled with gas. I believe there"d be lots of fun to be made out of them. I"ve seen one or two. Gracious! You"d think they weren"t born on the same planet with poor folks. Mother"d rather have the really well-informed, sensible kind, that we may learn something from them. A couple of each would be just the thing. How do you like mother"s picture? We don"t feel at all satisfied with it. If she could only be taken at home! Then she"d look natural. Father says the world is going ahead so fast, he believes the time will come when every family will have its own picture-machine, much as it has its own frying-pan. Then when folks have on their best expressions, why, clap it right before them. Then they"ll look homish.
Says what he wants is to have mother"s face when she"s just made a batch of uncommon light biscuits, or when Tommy"s said something smart. Won"t there be funny pictures when we can hold up a machine before anybody any minute, like a frying-pan, and catch faces glad, or mad, or sad, or any way? I made believe take Tommy"s and then showed them to him on a piece of paper. Guess I"ll put them in the letter. They"ll do to amuse you. I draw an hour or so every day. First, I have to make my hour.
Sometimes I have to make more. For I will read a little, if the world stops because of it. But about the faces. First one is when he was crying because he couldn"t have sugar on his potatoes. Next one is when he was s.p.u.n.ky at Frankie Snow for bursting his little red balloon. The pleased-looking face is when father brought him home a little ship all rigged, and the laughing one is when the cow put her head in the window.
We tell him we"ll have them framed and hung up so he can see just how he looks. Mother says "t is all very well to laugh at Tommy, but she guesses some older ones" pictures wouldn"t always look smiling and pleasant, take them the year through!
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As soon as your finger is itself again do write, for we miss your letters. We expect to have gay times here this summer. Company coming, but we sha" n"t make company of them. Except to have splendid times.
What shall we do evenings? If you go anywhere where there is anything going on, do write us about it, so we can go on the same way. When are you coming? Write me a good long letter when you can.
Your affectionate Cousin,
LUCY MARIA.
Your father is going to write you a letter. Quite wonderful for him. O William Henry, you don"t know how much I think of your father, and what a good man he is! I guess you"d better write to your grandmother before you do me; she"s so pleased to have you write to her.
Father wants to know when that ball hit you if you _bawled_.
Lucy Maria"s "picture-taker" made a great deal of fun for them, and possibly did some good. She constructed a queer long-handled affair, and, at the most unexpected moments, this would be thrust before the faces of different members of the family, more especially Tommy, Matilda, or Georgiana, and their "pictures" would be sure to appear to them soon after, "glad, or mad, or sad, or any way."
And the plan of "summer boarders" also furnished entertainment. The talk on this subject was quite amusing, particularly when it touched the subject of "advertising." Lucy Maria suggested this ending:--
"None but the silly, or the really well-informed need apply." But Mr.
Carver thought such a notice would fail of bringing a single boarder.
For silly people did not know they were silly, and the really well-informed were the very last ones to think themselves so.
_William Henry to Aunt Phebe._
DEAR AUNT PHEBE,--
I thank you for taking your time to write to me, when you have so much work to do. My forefinger has about recovered the use of itself. The middle one did go lame a spell, but now "t is very well, I thank you.
Mrs. Wedding Cake did them up for me. I think she"s a very kind woman.
Dorry says he"d put a girdle round the earth in forty minutes, or lay down his life, if she wanted him to, or anything else, for the only woman he knows that will smile on boys" mud and on boys" noise.
Ten of us went on an excursion with the teacher, half-price, to Boston, and had a long ride in the cars, over forty miles. We went everywhere, and saw lots of things. Went into the Natural History building. You can go in for nothing. You stand on the floor, at the bottom and look way up to the top. All round inside are galleries running round, with alcoves letting out of them, where they keep all sorts of unknown beasts and birds and bugs and snakes. Some of those great birds are regular smashers! "Most dazzles your eyes to look at their feathers, they"re such bright red! I"d just give a guess how tall they were, but don"t believe I"d come within a foot or two. Also b.u.t.terflies of every kind, besides skeletons of monkeys and children and minerals and all kinds of gra.s.ses and seeds, and nuts there such as you never cracked or thought of! They are there because they are seeds, not because they are nuts.
And there"s a cast of a great ugly monster, big as several elephants, that used to walk round the earth before any men lived in it. If he wasn"t a ripper! Could leave his hind feet on the ground and put his fore paws up in the trees and eat the tops off! They call him a Megotharium! I hope he"s spelt right, though he ought not to expect it, and I don"t know as it makes much difference, seeing he lived thousands of years before the flood, and lucky he did, Dorry says, for the old ark couldn"t have floated with many of that sort aboard. He wasn"t named till long after he was dead and buried. Patient waiter is no loser, Dorry says, for he"s got more name than the ones that live now, and is taken more notice of. We saw a cannon-ball on the side of Brattle Street Church, where "t was fired in the Revolution, and we went to the top of the State House. Made our knees ache going up so many steps, but it pays. For you can look all over the harbor, and all round the country, and see the white towns, and steeples, for miles and miles. Boston was built on three hills and the State House is on one of them. I can"t write any more, now.
W. B. has left school, because his father got a place for him in New York. His father thought he was old enough to begin. He"s a good deal older than I am.
From your affectionate Nephew,
WILLIAM HENRY.
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How do you like this picture of that great Mego--I won"t try to spell him again--eating off the tree-tops? The leaves on the trees then were different from the ones we have now. Dorry made the leaves, and I made the creature.
_A Letter to William Henry from his Father._
MY DEAR SON,--
Perhaps you have thought that because I am rather a silent man, and do not very often write you a letter, that I have not very much feeling and do not take interest in you. But no one knows how closely I am watching my boy as Time is bringing him up from boyhood to manhood.
Sometimes your grandmother worries about your being where there may be bad boys; but I tell her that among so many there must be both good and bad, and if you choose the bad you show very poor judgment. I think if a boy picks out bad companions it shows there is something bad in himself.
She says I ought to keep giving you good advice, now you are just starting in life, and charge you to be honest and truthful and so forth.
I tell her that would be something as it would be if you were just starting on a pleasant journey, and I should say, "Now, William Henry, don"t put out your own eyes at the beginning, or cut the cords of your legs!" Do you see what I mean? A boy that is _not_ honest and truthful puts out his own eyes and cripples himself at the very beginning.
There is a good deal said about arriving at honor and distinction. I don"t want you to think about _arriving_ at honor. I want you to take honor to start with. And as for distinction, a man, in the long run, is never distinguished for anything but what he really is. So make up your mind just what you want to pa.s.s for, and be it. For you will pa.s.s for what you are, not what you try to appear. Go into the woods and see how easily you can tell one tree from another. You see oak leaves on one, and you know that is oak all the way through. You see pine needles on another, and you know that is pine all the way through. A pine-tree may want to look like an oak, and try to look like an oak, and think it does look like an oak, as it can"t see itself. But n.o.body is cheated. So a rascally fellow may want to appear fair and honest, and try to appear fair and honest, and think he does appear fair and honest, as he can"t see himself. But, in the long run, n.o.body is cheated. For you can read a man"s character about as easy as you can the leaves on the trees.
Sometimes I sit down in a grocery store and hear the neighbors talked about, and "t is curious to find how well everybody is known. It seems as if every man walked round, labelled, as you may say, same as preserve jars are labelled, currant, quince, &c. Only he don"t know what his label is. Just as likely as not a man may think his label is Quince Marmelade, when "t is only Pickled String Beans!
Just so with boys. Grown folks notice boys a great deal, though when I was a boy, I never knew they did. The little affairs of play-time and school-time, and their home-ways are all talked over, and by the time a boy is twelve years old, it is pretty well known what sort of a man he will make.
Now don"t mistake my meaning. I don"t want you to be true because people will know it if you are not, but because it is right and n.o.ble to be so. I want you to be able to respect yourself. Never do anything that you like yourself any the less for doing.
A boy of your age is old enough to be looking ahead some, to see what he is aiming at. I don"t suppose you want to drift, like the sea-weed, that lodges wherever the waves toss it up! Set up your mark, and a good high one. And be sure and remember that, as a general thing, there is no such thing as luck. If a man seems to be a lucky merchant, or lawyer, or anything else, "t is because he has the talent, the industry, the determined will, that make him so. People see the luck, but they don"t always see the "taking pains" that"s behind it. I remember you wrote us a letter once, and spoke of a nice house, with nice things inside, that you meant to have by "trying hard enough." There"s a good deal in that.
We"ve got to try hard, and try long, and try often, and try again, and keep trying. That house never"ll come down to you. You"ve got to climb up to it, step by step. I don"t know as I have anything to say about the folly of riches. On the contrary, I think "t is a very good plan to have money enough to buy books and other things worth having. I don"t see why a man can"t be getting knowledge and growing better, at the same time he is growing richer. Some poor folks have a prejudice against rich folks.
I haven"t any. Rich people have follies, but poor people copy them if they can. That is to say, we often see poor people making as big fools of themselves as they can, with the means they have. Money won"t hurt you, Billy, so long as you keep common sense and a true heart.
We are all watching you and thinking of you, here at home. If you _should_ go wrong "t would be a sad blow for both families. Perhaps I ought to tell you how I feel towards you, and how, ever since your mother"s death, my heart has been bound up in you and Georgie. You would then know what a crushing thing it would be to me if you were found wanting in principle. But I am not very good, either at talking or writing, so do remember, dear boy, that even when I don"t say a word, I"m thinking about you and loving you always. G.o.d bless you!
From your affectionate