Alcott, Louisa May - Under The Lilacs by The Lilacs (Pg) Under

Author:The Lilacs (Pg) Under [Under, The Lilacs]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XV: BEN’S RIDE

Great was the mourning for Sancho, because his talents and virtues made him universally admired and beloved. Miss Celia advertised, Thorny offered rewards, and even surly Pat kept a sharp look-out for poodle dogs when he went to market; but no Sancho or any trace of him appeared. Ben was inconsolable, and sternly said it served Bab right when the dogwood poison affected both face and hands. Poor Bab thought so, too, and dared ask no sympathy from him, though Thorny eagerly prescribed plantain leaves, and Betty kept her supplied with an endless succession of them steeped in cream and pitying tears. This treatment was so successful that the patient soon took her place in society as well as ever, but for Ben’s affliction there was no cure, and the boy really suffered in his spirits.

“I don’t think it’s fair that I should have so much trouble, — first losing father and then Sanch. If it wasn’t for Lita and Miss Celia, I don’t believe I could stand it,” he said, one day, in a fit of despair, about a week after the sad event.

“Oh, come now, don’t give up so, old fellow. We’ll find him if he s alive, and if he isn’t I’ll try and get you another as good,” answered Thorny, with a friendly slap on the shoulder, as Ben sat disconsolately among the beans he had been hoeing.

“As if there ever could be another half as good!” cried Ben, indignant at the idea; “or as if I’d ever try to fill his place with the best and biggest dog that ever wagged a tail! No, sir, there’s only one Sanch in all the world, and if I can’t have him I’ll never have a dog again.”

“Try some other sort of pet, then. You may have any of mine you like. Have the peacocks; do now,” urged Thorny, full of boyish sympathy and good-will.

“They are dreadful pretty, but I don’t seem to care about em, thank you,” replied the mourner.

“Have the rabbits, all of them,” which was a handsome offer on Thorny’s part, for there were a dozen at least.

“They don’t love a fellow as a dog does; all they care for is stuff to eat and dirt to burrow in. I’m sick of rabbits.” And well he might be, for he had had the charge of them ever since they came, and any boy who has ever kept bunnies knows what a care they are.

“So am I! Guess we’ll have an auction and sell out. Would Jack be a comfort to you? If he will, you may have him. I’m so well now, I can walk, or ride anything,” added Thorny, in a burst of generosity.

“Jack couldn’t be with me always, as Sanch was, and I couldn’t keep him if I had him.”

Ben tried to be grateful, but nothing short of Lita would have healed his wounded heart, and she was not Thorny’s to give, or he would probably have offered her to his afflicted friend.

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