We Ten.
by Lyda Farrington Krause.
I.
ROSES AND ROSES.
TOLD BY JACK.
When papa said positively that only Phil could go to college, we all felt so badly for Felix that we held a council in the schoolroom that very afternoon. At least, six of us did; the other four had been ruled out by Felix, who declared that "kids were not allowed in council." Paul and Madel didn"t mind so much,--they"re the twins, they"re only seven years old; nor did Alan,--he"s the baby; but Kathie was awfully mad: you see, she"s nearly ten, and she does love to hear all that"s going on.
When she gets crying, there"s no stopping her, and I tell you she made things pretty lively round that schoolroom for a little while. How she did howl! We were so afraid she"d start Alan, and that the noise would reach papa"s study; good-bye then to our council. We got provoked with Kathie; it was so silly of her to stand there crying like a big baby, and keeping us back that way.
First Phil called out, "You just stop, this minute, Kathie!" and then, when she kept right on, he threw the old sofa pillow at her, and told her to go smother herself; Nora said, "Horrid child!" in her most disgusted tone, and Nannie and Betty coaxed and coaxed, trying to quiet her.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THE SCHOOLROOM VIXEN."]
But nothing had any effect until Felix limped over to his easel. Felix is lame,--dear old Fee!--but my! isn"t he clever! Greek and Latin are just as easy as--as--anything to him, and he writes stories and poems,--though n.o.body knows this "cept us children and Miss Marston, and we wouldn"t tell for the world,--and he paints the most _beautiful_ pictures you ever saw. Well, as I was telling you, he limped over to his easel, and took up his brush. "Just keep that charming expression on your face a few minutes longer, Kathie," he said, "until I get it on canvas; and I"ll paint your picture as the "Schoolroom Vixen," and send it to the Academy. That"s right, open your mouth _just_ a little wider--what a wonderful cavern!--hullo! why"d you stop crying? I"m not half through."
That quieted my lady! You see she was afraid he was in earnest; and after Nannie had wiped her eyes for her, and given her the last piece of chocolate in her box, off she went to the other end of the room, and began playing house with the twins and Alan under the schoolroom table, as nicely as you please.
Then the council began. Nannie said it was called to discuss "ways and means." I suppose by that she meant to see if there was any way that Felix could go to college too; but, as usual, in a very little while everybody began to take "sides," and then, the first thing we knew, we were all talking at the same time, and just as loud as ever we could.
That"s a way we have,--all talking and n.o.body listening. What a din there was, until Felix scrambled up on a chair and pounded on the floor with his cane, and shouted out louder than anybody else: "Who _am_ I talking to? I _will_ be heard!" That made everybody laugh, and brought us back to business; but in a few minutes we were just as bad again.
We"re the greatest family for taking sides that you ever heard of, and we do get so excited over things! Anybody that didn"t know would surely think we were quarrelling, when really we"d just be having a discussion.
I can"t see where we got it from, for dear mamma was always just as sweet and gentle, and goodness knows papa doesn"t say ten words in a day, and those in the very quietest voice. I can"t explain it, but it"s a fact all the same that we are a noisy family,--even Nora. Miss Marston--she"s our governess--says it"s very vulgar to be noisy, and that we ought to be ashamed to be so boisterous; but nurse declares--and I think she"s right--that the reason is "cause "the whole kit an" crew"
(she means us) "come just like steps, one after the other, an" one ain"t got any more right to rule than the other." You see Phil is seventeen and Alan is five, and between them we eight come in; so we are "just like steps," as she says.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "PLAYING HOUSE WITH THE TWINS AND ALAN UNDER THE SCHOOLROOM TABLE."]
Perhaps I"d better tell you a little about each of us, so you"ll understand as I go on: Well, to begin, Phil is a big strong fellow, and just as full of fun and mischief as he can stick; he just _loves_ to play practical jokes, but he isn"t so fond of study, I can tell you, and that vexes papa, "cause he"s got it all laid out that Phil"s to be a lawyer. Being the eldest, he seems to think he can order us children round as he pleases, and of course we won"t stand it, and that makes trouble sometimes. But Phil"s generous; he"d give us anything he"s got, particularly to Felix, he thinks so much of him,--though of course he wouldn"t say so,--so we get along pretty well with him.
Next come Felix and Nannie; they"re twins too. I"ve told you "most everything about Fee already. He"s awfully cross sometimes, when he isn"t well, and, as Nora says, he really orders us about more than Phil does; but somehow we don"t mind it, "cause, with all his queerness, he"s the life of the house, and he"s got some ways that just make us love him dearly: mamma used to call him her "lovable crank." Nannie is devoted to Felix; they"re always together. They"re trying to teach themselves the violin, and she reads the same books and studies the same lessons as he does, to keep up with him; she"s clever, too, now I tell you,--- I"d never get my Greek and Latin perfect if she didn"t help me,--though she doesn"t make any fuss over it. Nannie is an awfully nice girl,--I don"t know what we"d do without her; since mamma died, she"s all the time looking after us children, and making things go smoothly. She doesn"t "boss" us a bit, and yet, somehow, she gets us to do lots of things.
She is real pretty, too,--her eyes are so brown and shiny. It"s queer, but we don"t any of us mind telling Nannie when we get into sc.r.a.pes; she talks to us at the time, and makes us feel sorry and ashamed, but she never makes us feel small while she"s doing it, and we never hear of it again.
But you wouldn"t catch us doing that to Nora! She comes next, you know, and she"s really _very_ pretty, though we never tell her so, "cause she"s so stuck up already. Felix puts her into lots of his pictures, and I heard Max Derwent say once that she was beautiful. Max is papa"s friend; he is a grown-up man, though he isn"t as old as papa. He used to come here a lot, and we children like him first-rate; but now he"s in Europe. Well, to come back to Nora: she likes to be called Eleanor, but we don"t do it; she is so fussy and so very proper that Felix has nick-named her Miss Prim, and we _do_ call her that. Miss Marston thinks Nora is the best behaved of us all; and sometimes, when Nannie is in papa"s study, she lets her go in the drawing-room and entertain people that call. You should see the airs that Nora puts on when she comes upstairs after these occasions; it"s too killing for anything! We boys make lots of fun of her, but she doesn"t care a jot. And yet, isn"t it queer! with all her primness and fine airs, of us all, Nora cares most for Phil, and he"s so untidy and rough; she almost runs her legs off waiting on him, and half the time he doesn"t even say thank you!
The next after Nora is Betty, our "long-legged tomboy," as Felix calls her, "cause she is so tall and so full of mischief. Just to look at her you"d think she was as mild as a lamb; but in reality she"s wilder than all of us boys put together. I"ve seen her slide down the banisters of three flights of stairs, one flight after the other, balancing papa"s breakfast tray on one palm; and for warwhoops and the ability to make the most hideous faces, she goes ahead of anything I"ve ever heard or seen. She is as bad as Phil for playing jokes, and when she gets in one of her wild moods, the only way Miss Marston can manage her is to threaten to take her to papa"s study; that brings her to terms every time. For that matter, we none of us like to go there, though I"m sure papa never scolds, as some people"s fathers do,--I almost wish he would sometimes; he just looks at us; but, all the same, we don"t like to go to the study.
I hope you won"t think from what I"ve said that Betty is a disagreeable girl, for she isn"t at all; I"m really very fond of her, and we"re together a great deal, because I am the next in age to her. She"s awfully quick-tempered, and flies into a rage for almost nothing; but she"s very honest, and she"ll own up to a fault like a soldier. Once in a while we have a falling out, but not often, "cause I won"t quarrel.
Nannie says that I give in sometimes when I oughtn"t to,--she means when it isn"t right to; I guess that"s my fault, but I do hate to squabble with any one,--it"s such a bother. I don"t know what to tell you about myself, except that I"m not very bright at my books, though I love to read stories. It does seem so strange that we shouldn"t all be smart, when papa, as everybody knows, is such a wonderfully clever man. I"m Jack, or, rather,--to give my full name,--John Minot Rose. I think that"s rather a nice name, but you can"t think what fun the whole family make of it; they call me "a Jack rose," and "Jacqueminot," and "Rosebud," and a "sweet-scented flower," and all sorts of absurd names.
Of course it"s very silly of them. Betty gets furious over it; but I don"t really care, so what"s the use of being angry.
Kathie comes next to me; she is a nice little girl, only she does love to tattle things, and that makes trouble sometimes. She"s very gentle, and just as pretty as a picture, with her long light curls and pretty, big blue eyes; but my! isn"t she obstinate! She doesn"t fly into rages, like Betty, but she keeps persisting and persisting till she carries her point, and when she once starts in crying, you may make up your mind she isn"t going to stop in a hurry. But she doesn"t mean to be naughty, I"m sure; and she"s the most polite child, and so willing to do things for people!
Then come the other twins, Paul and Madel. Paul is a standing joke with us, he"s so solemn; and yet he says such bright, funny things, in his slow way, that we have to laugh: we call him the "Judge." Madel is a little darling, just as jolly and round and sweet as she can be; nurse says she"s going to be a second Nannie. We all make a great deal of her,--much more than we do of Alan; for though he"s the baby, he"s so independent that he doesn"t like to be petted.
So now you know all about the Roses; it does seem as if I"d been a long time telling about them, but you see there are such a lot of us.
Well, to go back to the council. Fee was awfully cut up over his disappointment, and cranky too; but n.o.body minded what he said, until, all at once, Nora got in a tantrum, and declared he was "acting _very_ mean to Phil," that he needn"t always expect to have things his own way, and that papa was perfectly right to give Phil the first chance. That set Fee off, and in about two minutes we were all mixed up in the fuss,--taking "sides," you know; that is, all but Phil,--he just sat hunched up on the arm of the old sofa, swinging one of his long legs, and scowling, and chewing away on a piece of straw he"d pulled out of the whisk-broom, and he didn"t say a word until Nora turned on him, and asked him, very indignantly, how he could sit there and let Felix bully her in that way. Then all at once he seemed to get very mad and just pitched into Fee.
I don"t remember what he said, and I"m glad that I don"t, "cause I _know_ Phil didn"t mean a word of it; but Felix felt awfully hurt. He got two bright red spots on his cheeks, and he set his lips tight together, and when Phil stopped to catch his breath, after an unusually long speech, he got up and pushed his chair back. "It is so pleasant to hear one"s family"s honest opinion of one"s self," he remarked, in that sarcastic way he has. "I shall try to remember all that you"ve said,"
bowing to Phil and Nora, "and I shall endeavour to profit by it. And as long as I"m such a contemptible and useless member of the community, I"ll relieve you of my company." His voice shook so he could hardly say the last words, and he started for the door, stumbling over the furniture as he went. Between you and me, I think his eyes were full of tears, and that they blurred his gla.s.ses so he couldn"t see,--did I tell you that Felix is near-sighted? Well, he is.
"Oh, Phil, how _could_ you say such mean things to your own brother!"
cried out Nannie; and with that she flew after Felix.
That cooled Phil down, and if he didn"t turn on Nora! "It"s all your fault," he said angrily; "you just nagged me on to it. You"re never happy unless you"re quarrelling."
This was pretty true, but I don"t think it was at all nice of Phil to say so, and I felt very sorry for Nonie when she burst out crying. Betty and I were trying to quiet her, when in walked Miss Marston, to know what all that loud noise and banging of doors meant. We didn"t tell her about the _fracas_, "cause, though she"s pretty good in a way, she isn"t at all the person one would want to tell things to. She carried the little ones off for their early dinner, and Nora and Betty too,--"to help," she said. But I stayed in the schoolroom. I knew if I went down stairs they"d just keep me trotting about waiting on them all, and that"s such a nuisance! so I curled up on the sofa and read for a while.
The fire was so bright, and everything was so cozy, that I did wish some of the others would come in and enjoy it. I was really pleased when Major and Whiskers came walking in and settled down near me. They"re our dog and cat, and they"re good playfellows with us; but they will fight with each other now and then. At first I enjoyed my story immensely; it was about a boy who was having the wildest kind of adventures among the Indians. I wouldn"t go through such exciting times for anything; but I enjoy reading about "em, when I"m all safe and comfortable at home.
Well, when it grew too dark to read, I laid my book down and began to think, and presently it seemed as if a whole pack of Indians were dancing like wild round me, in full war-paint and feathers, and nipping little pieces out of my arms and legs. I stood it as long as I could, and then I began to hit out at "em. All at once one of the creatures commenced flourishing his tomahawk at me, getting nearer and nearer all the time. "I _have_ tried, but I can"t get in," he said, grinning horribly, and the voice sounded just like Phil"s; "he"s locked his door, and he won"t even answer me,--he"s madder than hornets."
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""WHY, _JACK_!" SAID NANNIE."]
"I"m sure you can"t blame him: what you said was very unkind, Phil; I didn"t think it of you!" The voice was certainly Nannie"s; and yet there was that horrid old Indian still nipping me.
"I know it, Nan; you needn"t rub it in," groaned Phil,--the Indian. "But really, I didn"t mean one word of it, and he ought to have known that.
Why, Fee"s got more brains than the whole crowd of us put together, and if only one of us can go to college, he ought to be that one. I"ve screwed up my courage, and I"m going to speak to father about it."
"Oh, Phil, don"t, please don"t; it"ll be no use. You know there is no changing papa when his mind is made up. Better let things stand as they are until Max gets home; it won"t be very long, you know. And besides, I"m sure Felix wouldn"t let you give up college for him. But you"re a dear, generous boy, to propose it."
"No, I"m not; I"m a great clumsy, cantankerous animal. Now if I could only talk as Felix can, I wouldn"t mind interviewing the _pater_ to-morrow; but just as sure as I undertake to say anything to him, I get so nervous and confused that I act like a fool, and that provokes him.
He seems to paralyse me. But, all the same, I"m going to talk to him about this matter to-morrow, Nannie,"--the Indian"s voice sank so low that I could hardly hear it; "I have a feeling that mother would want Fee to go to college."
I sat up and rubbed my arms that had gone to sleep, and looked around; I was still on the old sofa, and just a few feet away from me sat Phil, on the edge of the schoolroom table, and Nannie in a chair beside him.
Confused and only half awake as I was, my one idea was to slip away quietly and not let "em know I"d heard what they had been saying, for I was sure they wouldn"t like that. Nannie says I ought to have spoken right out; but I do hate to make people feel uncomfortable. So I swung myself softly to my feet, and--landed hard on Whiskers"s tail!
Of course, after that, there was no hiding that I was there. Poor Whiskers gave a howl of pain, and, flying at Major, boxed the solemn old doggie"s ears, much to his surprise and wrath, and they had a free fight on the spot.
"Why, _Jack_!" said Nannie; and I got hot all over, for I just felt by her tone that she thought I"d been listening.
"Our Jacqueminot, I declare!" cried Phil. "You are a nice young rosebud, I must say, to be snooping around this way! Come here, sir!"
He made a dive for me, but I drew back. "I _didn"t_ listen!" I called out. And then I remembered that I really had, only I thought it was the Indians talking; and, dipping under his arm, I rushed out of the room as hard as I could go, before he could catch me.
II.
IN THE STUDY.
TOLD BY JACK.