Elsie's Boys: Quotations

" 'I'm calling it Elsie's Boys, and it's all about the boys - Eddit, and Harold, and Herbert." - Jo of the Chalet School, p240 hardback.

"Every spare moment she had she devoted to it [Elsie's Boys], and the pile of exercise paper containing the doings of the Travilla boys grew daily longer. Even so, however, she found it difficult to get on as quickly as she would have liked. Then came doubts about it. It was sure to be full of mistakes. It was stupid." - Jo of the Chalet School, p242 hardback.

"Jo mutely held out the bundle, and her sister gasped at its size. 'Why, Jo, it's quite a book!' she cried." - - Jo of the Chalet School, p243 hardback.

"Jo's writing was not her strong point, and parts of the 'book' were almost illegible. Her punctuation was shaky, and her spelling frequently verged on the phonetic. But, for all that, the story was surprisingly good. The characters in it were alive, and the young authoress showed a decided gift for description. Miss Bettany read on with chuckles, for the morals were all strongly pointed, and Jo as a moralist was rather humorous. Dr Jem, dropping in casually as he often did now, demanded that a chapted should be read to him. So, after some deluberation, Madge selected her chapter and began to read. 'It was a calm and beautiful Sabbath Day. At Ion all were preparing to spend a happy day of rest - all, that is, save Harold Travilla. A sudden desire filled him to go swimming in the lake. He knew this would not be permitted, but, all the same, he longed to go. Suddenly he wrenched open the window, flung himself out on to the lawn, and went racing across the velvety verdure to the lakelet that lay embosomed among trees and bushes, rich in summer dress. On reaching the shore, he paused a moment, ere he dived into the cool, sparkling water -'
'In his clothes!' ejaculated the doctor.
'I suppose so. There are no details given on the point,' laughed Madge.
'Go on; it's most interesting. She's caught the style of writing exactly.'
'Yes; hasn't she?' - 'Dived into the cool sparkling water, and swam with strong yet graceful strokes to the other side, where he paused to rest for a while. Suddenly, on the other bank, he saw his mother. She had come to enjoy the beauties of Nature, and a pleasant smile lit up her beautiful face, which changed, however, to deep anguish as she caught sight of her second son. She could not fail to comprehend what he had been doing, and it grieved her unspeakably. 'Oh Harold, my son!' she cried, while the tears rolled down her fair face, 'how could you break the -' 'Joey's left a blank here. She evidently isn't sure which it is,' the reader interrupted herself to explain.' 'how could you break the - commandment?' Harold's head drooped in shame and despair at having so grieved his mother. He flung humself into her arms-'
The doctor gasped. 'How on earth did he manage it? I thought they were on opposite sides of the lake? To say nothing of his being somewhat wet. Miss Joey must learn not to scamp details like this, or she'll spoil her writing.'
Madge gave a gurgle of enjoyment. 'It is rather a rapid transition, as she leve it! That's like Jo, however; she rarely has patience for details. Shall I go on?' 'Yes; please do. I am anxious to know if Harold's mamma spanked him for spoiling his Sunday garb, or if she wept over his sins.'
'Wept over his sins, of course! - Her arms, sobbing bitterly. 'Oh, Mamma! Mamma!' he cried. 'How could I be such a wicked boy as to grieve you like this? I deserve the very worst whipping a boy ever had, and I just hope Papa will give it to me! Please don't cry, Mamma! I do love you so, so dearly.' 'I am glad to hear it,' she said, smiling tenderly at him through her tears, 'for I was beginning to be afraid my little son could care nothing for his mother's love when he could hurt her like this and - '
'Madge!' Joey stood before them. 'Oh! How mean of you! How could you!' " - Jo of the Chalet School, p243-245 hardback.