Johnny’s cup symbolizes Johnny’s identity, particularly as it pertains to his feelings about his Lyte family members. Johnny’s deceased mother, who claims that she and Johnny are descendants of the Lyte family, gave him the cup with the Lyte symbol engraved on it before her death. She ordered him to keep the cup and tell no one about it—that is, unless Johnny can’t sink any lower and is in desperate need of help. Only then may Johnny take the cup to wealthy Merchant Lyte, explain his mother’s story, and ask for help. However, when Johnny hits rock bottom and does as his mother told him to, things don’t go according to plan: Merchant Lyte accuses him of stealing the cup and insists that Johnny can’t possibly be a family member. While Johnny didn’t entirely expect Merchant Lyte to welcome him with open arms, he didn’t think Merchant Lyte would treat him like a thief and drag him before a judge in a Boston courtroom. Though Johnny emerges victorious in court, Merchant Lyte later goes on to steal Johnny’s cup and threaten him. Merchant Lyte’s behavior about the cup shows Johnny that Merchant Lyte’s wealth and prestige doesn’t make him a nice person. Indeed, it makes him someone Johnny emphatically doesn’t want to be around—and never wants to call family.
The Lytes do ultimately accept Johnny as a family member, but Johnny never fully recovers his image of the Lytes as good, kind people with whom he wants to associate. Indeed, he goes so far as to reject taking his cup when Cilla offers to return it to him. Johnny’s refusal to accept the cup shows that he no longer wants a physical connection to the Lyte family, even if he is genuinely a Lyte himself. With this, Johnny asserts his independence and expresses his understanding that just because the Lytes are his blood family, it doesn’t mean that they’re supportive and make him feel welcome and wanted.
Johnny’s Cup Quotes in Johnny Tremain
Rab was obviously a Whig. ‘I can stomach some of the Tories,’ he went on, ‘men like Governor Hutchinson. They honestly think we’re better off to take anything from the British Parliament—let them break us down, stamp in our faces, take all we’ve got by taxes, and never protest. […] But I can’t stand men like Lyte, who care nothing for anything except themselves and their own fortune. Playing both ends against the middle.’
‘It’s no good to me. We’ve… moved on to other things.’
‘But it isn’t stealing to take back what Mr. Lyte stole from you.’
‘I don’t want it.’
‘What?’
‘No. I’m better off without it. I want nothing of them. Neither their blood nor their silver… I’ll carry that hamper for you, Cil. Mr. Lyte can have the old cup.
‘But your mother?’
‘She didn’t like it either.’
Johnny knew he longed to own [Goblin] himself. He could, any moment, by merely saying ‘commandeer.’ And Johnny knew he never would say it.
From that day he and Johnny spent hours together jumping or exercising horses. Johnny almost worshiped him for his skill and almost loved him, because, ever and anon, he looked so much like Rab; but still it was only where horses were concerned they were equals. Indoors he was rigidly a British officer and a ‘gentleman’ and Johnny an inferior. This shifting about puzzled Johnny. It did not seem to puzzle the British officer at all.
He took one of [the smocks] from his sea chest in the attic. It was a fine light blue. He had never noticed before how beautiful was the stitching, and it hurt him to think he had been too proud to wear them, for now he was old enough to appreciate the love that had gone into their making. How little his mother had known of the working world to make smocks for a boy who she knew was to become a silversmith! She hadn’t known anything, really, of day labor, the life of apprentices. She had been frail, cast off, sick, and yet she had fought up to the very end for something. That something was himself, and he felt humbled and ashamed.