- •I've got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns,
- •I like your nice manners and refined ways of speaking, when
- •Voice, and a peaceful expression which was seldom disturbed. Her
- •If the idea was suggested by the sight of her own pretty hands,
- •I rather think she hasn't got any," said her mother.
- •Very still while the pages were softly turned, and the winter
- •I know," said Meg, with a frown for Jo and a smile for Beth.
- •It the minute I was up, and I'm so glad, for mine is the handsomest
- •It. The stage was dark and the glow of the furnace had a fine
- •I need thee!"
- •In his boots, Hugo departed, and Hagar informed the audience that
- •In the ruins.
- •I'm eighteen perhaps, but two years is an everlasting time to wait."
- •It's no fun to go sailing round. I like to fly about and cut capers."
- •Into any scrapes, if I can help it. Now go and answer your note,
- •I've made a mess," groaned poor Jo, regarding the little black
- •Is my sash right? And does my hair look very bad?" said Meg, as
- •It was on the tip of Jo's tongue to ask, but she checked
- •I burn my frocks, and I scorched this one, and though it's nicely
- •Ice for Jo, and was so obliging that even particular Meg pronounced
- •It will be perfectly splendid, if Mother only lets me go," answered
- •It's a shame!"
- •In carriages and ice cream and high-heeled slippers,
- •Industry, and independence, their parents consented, and
- •It was, she had no idea as yet, but left it for time to tell
- •It lullabies and never went to bed without kissing its dirty
- •In the family. The two older girls were a great deal to one
- •I like to think about them afterward, if they are real and not too
- •It and the fourth, that even carnelian rings were not so valuable as
- •In one hand and a shovel in the other.
- •Into their garden, where Beth and Amy were snow-balling one another.
- •I can't help watching it. I haven't got any mother, you know."
- •It this ever so long. We haven't been here a great while, you know,
- •Impossible not to take her blunt speeches as kindly as they were
- •Is out, so you needn't be afraid," said Laurie, getting up.
- •I'm only afraid you are very tired of talking to me. It was so
- •It suited her exactly.
- •Very attractive in the big house on the other side of the hedge.
- •Is going to be our Palace Beautiful."
- •It. She went once with Jo, but the old gentleman, not being
- •Impart the glorious news to her family of invalids, as the girls
- •Voices screamed . . .
- •Very handsome ones they are, too," cried Jo, who resented any
- •In the sting of the thought, "I shall have to tell at home, and they
- •It if anyone had told her."
- •I'll never forgive you as long as I live."
- •It was a dreadful calamity, and she felt that it never could be
- •I think, you were so sensible in covering and getting her home
- •If I could do anything when I'm in a passion. I get so savage, I
- •I just go away for a minute, and give myself a little shake for
- •Virtues I would have my little girls possess, for I was their
- •It? The violet silk would be so nice. Oh, dear!"
- •Visit rather reluctantly, fearing that Margaret would come back
- •Vanity, and false pride, for the few loving words had done her
- •I admire to do it, and you'd be a regular little beauty with a
- •If Meg had not rebelled. They laced her into a sky-blue dress,
- •I'm nowhere beside you, for Belle has heaps of taste, and you're
- •I don't like your gown, but I do think you are just splendid."
- •Very soon though she would not own why.
- •In the light of a pleasant addition to the party.
- •Visit may have done you, Meg."
- •It was thought proper to have one, and as all of the girls
- •Invited to attend.
- •Is to offer him a place here, and make him welcome if he comes."
- •In the most engaging manner, "Mr. President and ladies--I beg pardon,
- •In the lower corner of the garden, a fine, spacious building with
- •It was some time before order could be restored. A long discussion
- •It. I think by Saturday night you will find that all play and no
- •In the afternoon and got a 'sweet blue muslin', had discovered,
- •In the air affected her, and more than once her tranquility was much
- •In fact it was an immense relief to them all to have a little
- •Islands floating in a sea of cream. Miss Crocker tasted first, made
- •If you want it."
- •Inaudibly at the recollection of Jo's dinner party, for she had
- •In spite of poverty."
- •It will make fun, and I don't mind being a guy if I'm comfortable."
- •In time, colored up to her forehead and stood a minute, hammering
- •Is seldom dyspeptic, and exercise develops wholesome appetites.
- •I'm no end obliged to you. What shall we do when we can't eat
- •Very funny when well done, and makes a perfect jumble of tragical
- •If you can take it up,' for she wanted to restore the poor things
- •In turn, and the person who draws at the number has to answer
- •In her the virtue he lacked himself.
- •In the presence of the accomplished young lady beside her.
- •I only wished I liked teaching as you do."
- •If he asked her to deliver a Latin oration, it would not
- •I suppose you know all about it."
- •Is there?"
- •It was a rather pretty little picture, for the sisters sat
- •I'd have," said Laurie, lying flat and throwing cones at the
- •I do wonder if any of us will ever get our wishes," said Laurie,
- •I do get my wish, you see what I'll do for Brooke."
- •It with a sober, wistful expression, which plainly showed how
- •In ten minutes Jo came running downstairs with a very red
- •In, and a friend's praise is always sweeter than a dozen newspaper
- •In Amy's bower. What went on there, Meg could not see, but shrieks
- •In a few minutes Jo bounced in, laid herself on the sofa,
- •It was good, and I shall write more, and he's going to get the
- •I could manage things for you as I do for my heroines! You're
- •In they both came, Mrs. March with her usual question, "Any letter
- •Is as regular as the sun, but there's some delay on the way, perhaps."
- •In the brown eyes looking down at her made her remember the
- •It dear, and so on. It was getting late, and I was afraid if it
- •It did not seem at all comical to Meg, who kissed and caressed
- •In the cold gray dawn the sisters lit their lamp and read
- •It is impossible to tell you how happy your last letter made
- •Improvement when you come. Mr. Laurence watches over us like a
- •In which he is heartily joined by . . .
- •In Mother's book, and saw that it begins with headache, sore throat,
- •Illness, and Mr. Laurence was not allowed to see her, so Hannah had
- •Irksome, and remembering, with regretful grief, how many neglected
- •It thankfully, but the heavy weight did not seem lifted off her
- •It in spite of Hannah that I couldn't help flying at you. Tell
- •I shall go for her, and you've only got to bottle up your rapture,
- •It was a piteous sight, the once rosy face so changed and vacant,
- •Vigil was done.
- •If it had not been for Laurie, and old Esther, the maid,
- •Very much with odd stories of her life in France, when Amy sat
- •I, Amy Curtis March, being in my sane mind, go give and
- •In the big chair, waking often to look at, touch, and brood over
- •It's a little thing, it fidgets me."
- •Innocent eyes looking down into her mother's.
- •It concerned Meg and Mr. Brooke. Feeling indignant that he was
- •Immediate justice. But her mother held her back, saying, with
- •In the face again."
- •Very kind and respectful, but think how dreadful for me!"
- •It's a shame!"
- •I'd promised not to tell, and of course I wasn't going to break
- •It. I came here to moralize, not to hear things that make me
- •Vexed, but trying not to show it.
- •Impertinent. If he has, after all your kindness to him, I'll
- •In his youth, and married against the imperious old man's will.
- •Very much."
- •It, Meg remembered. She never alluded to a certain person, but
- •In a queer, breathless voice, "Here's another Christmas present
- •It was not at all romantic, but a hearty laugh set everybody
- •Violently poking the fire, looked at his wife with an inquiring
- •It's a merrycle I didn't roast the pudding, and stuff the turkey
- •I don't know whether the shearing sobered our black sheep, but I do
- •Imaginary tears out of his handkerchief, and staggered round the
- •I am too young to enter into any engagement at present, so please
- •Is," with another rap.
- •I'm so poor and young and silly," said Meg, looking prettier than
- •Is settled. I'll go and hear the fun, and have a good laugh over it."
- •It seems a year ago," answered Meg, who was in a blissful dream
- •Vanished when she thought of all the patient love and labor John had
- •Invalid exactly, but never again the rosy, healthy creature she had
- •I don't think the Parian Psyche Laurie gave lost any of its
- •In her small nest, from the kitchen roller to the silver vase on
- •In vain Meg begged him to stop. John laughed at him, and Jo called
- •In a big blue pinafore, was giving the last polish to the door handles.
- •I not only possessed the will but the power to cook wholesome food
- •Injured air.
- •It, you treat him as Mrs. Gummidge did her sweetheart, throw cold
- •In her eyes, and only gentle words fall from her sharp tongue today.
- •It wasn't at all the thing, I'm afraid, but the minute she was
- •It, but when a pretty girl offers it, one doesn't like to refuse,
- •I don't see why, for there wasn't a bit of style about it," observed
- •I love you any the less for loving John so much," she said, clinging
- •If 'genius is eternal patience', as Michelangelo affirms, Amy
- •I am poor, yet they never made any difference."
- •If it was not fair on Monday, the young ladies were to come on
- •It. I'm very sorry, Amy," added Beth, who was still a patroness of cats.
- •It was a pictorial sheet, and Jo examined the work of art nearest
- •Its columns for a sensational story. By the time the lecture ended
- •It still, and feel herself the wiser and stronger for the buffeting
- •In to help eat up a too bounteous feast of successes, or Lotty would
- •In the kitchen reigned confusion and despair. One edition of
- •It can't be helped now," said John, surveying the prospect with an
- •I'm sorry, but I was so busy," and Meg's tears began again.
- •In the lurch, to be laughed at or pitied. No, by George, it wasn't!
- •I'll do my part, and have nothing to reproach myself with,"
- •In her married life, she was afraid of her husband. The kind, brown
- •If he would like the fun of quizzing her figures and pretending to
- •I had done it, for I knew you'd think it wrong in me."
- •It is hard, and I'm tired of being poor."
- •It! It was so wicked, so untrue and ungrateful, how could I say it!
- •Inquiries as to the change, "I can't afford it, my dear."
- •Into the parlor, and I'll send 'em down to you," with which
- •In doing up her cuff, but at last both were ready, and sailed away,
- •In ferment at the coming of a royal yellow-haired laddie, some years
- •It might have been worse, but Amy considered it bad. For Jo
- •Very clever. I think well of him, and like to show that I do, for
- •It's a little thing to do, but it gives her pleasure, and I don't
- •If you'd remember that, and practice it, you'd be better liked
- •I should rather enjoy the brickbats and hooting, I think."
- •It is almost impossible to avoid, when some five-and-twenty
- •In their artless efforts to preserve the most perfect order. The
- •I don't want to fill up with odds and ends. The table was just
- •Its own reward, after all.
- •Is enjoying herself. The flower table is always attractive, you
- •In every sense of the word," said the irrepressible Jo, as the
- •In a ferment till Amy was off. Jo bore up very well till the
- •In Paris. Doesn't that sound sort of elegant and rich?
- •I gave my order as soberly as I could, and slamming down
- •I didn't throw it, but Flo, which seemed to disgust him, for he
- •I've made up my mind, and if Fred asks me, I shall accept him,
- •I'm sure there is something on her mind, and I want you to discover
- •It off, and in her half-averted face read a tender sorrow that
- •If they had known the various tender passages which had been
- •It, for it was a family refuge, and one corner had always been
- •I'm gone, and so cure him of this romantic notion. He's been
- •Very fond of children, though a 'bacheldore'. Kitty and Minnie
- •I went in, and while we worked I looked about me, for it
- •Indulge in the luxury of charity, had been for years Jo's most
- •Vibrated between two decanters with the regularity of a pendulum;
- •It is not well, and I haf no patience with those who make this harm."
- •Is a demand for it, I don't see any harm in supplying it.
- •It but Professor Bhaer. He did it so quietly that Jo never
- •Inelegantly but remorsefully, as she softly patted his shoulder,
- •I'm homely and awkward and odd and old, and you'd be ashamed
- •Interrupted Laurie in a defiant tone.
- •In such cases. He was moody, irritable, and pensive by turns,
- •I tried to think it was a sick fancy, and would not let it
- •I couldn't," cried Jo, glad to say all the truth.
- •Is too young, Beth. I can't let you go. I'll work and pray
- •It seemed to her that Beth changed every day.
- •In Beth, the talking change was the greatest, for it seemed to
- •Voluminous flounces from overflowing the diminutive vehicles, and
- •In and we can talk at our ease. I was going for a drive and
- •In Laurie's manner, though she couldn't tell what.
- •Improved in quantity, if not in quality, since she came abroad.
- •In the morning, you and letters in the afternoon, and a party at
- •In dress and bearing which we call elegance. Always mature for her
- •Irrestible desire to trample on him, as girls have a delightful
- •In France the young girls have a dull time of it till they are
- •I'm married."
- •Ignominiously caught up by the tail of his little toga and
- •Indulgence. Go down, my dear, and leave the boy to me."
- •It in her great house, full of splendid loneliness, for there
- •It not as a queen, but as a wise wife and mother.
- •It was a lovely drive, along winding roads rich in the picturesque
- •Valrosa well deserved its name, for in that climate of perpetual
- •In his mouth, after a vain attempt to capture a solitary scarlet
- •Vivid flowers became her, and she had often worn ones like that
- •In time to catch a new expression on Laurie's face--a hard bitter
- •Intentions.
- •In a minute a hand came down over the page, so that she
- •It troubled Amy, for she did not know what balm to apply.
- •I can't take back a word of it."
- •I'd rather have a hearty English handshake than all the
- •It were, and came to regard the gentle giver as a sort of fairy
- •It was well for all that this peaceful time was given them as
- •In its prison-house of pain.
- •I shall see forever more
- •I knew you wouldn't care. Have I been all that to you, Jo?" she
- •In a somewhat unsettled state that winter. He did not do much,
- •Very tender, a little sad and resentful still, but that was
- •I've been through it all, and I can sympathize."
- •Very heavy, she longed to be at home, and every day looked
- •Vevay, Laurie was never idle, but always walking, riding,
- •In spite of the new sorrow, it was a very happy time, so
- •In the chateau garden by moonlight, and in the most graceful and
- •It was easy to promise self-abnegation when self was
- •If she suspected this, she would have shut up tight, and been more
- •It, her father sent it, much against her will, to one of the popular
- •It a very charitable world to such humble wanderers, for they were
- •Into your head, lest you should write and congratulate them before
- •If Teddy had tried again, I might have said 'Yes', not because I
- •I don't seem to be the same girl I was. I never knew how good and
- •In like a burglar, and letting cats out of bags like that? Get
- •It was good to see Laurie square his shoulders, and smile with
- •In trooped the whole family, and everyone was hugged and kissed
- •In a most decidedly promiscuous manner.
- •Into their tiny pockets, there to stick and crumble treacherously,
- •It won't do to be dismal now." Then she drew her hand over her eyes,
- •If Jo had not been otherwise engaged, Laurie's behavior
- •Invisible, but dearer than ever, since death could not break
- •Voice gave as cordial an assent as did the daughter's eyes, for
- •If they love one another it doesn't matter a particle how old
- •Is harder."
- •I cannot feel that I have done my duty as humble historian
- •In which the precocious pupil occasionally posed his teacher, to
- •I's asleep."
- •Vague memory, but Aunt Dodo was a living reality, and they made the
- •In love as in law. He was one of the men who are at home with
- •Independence. Laurie was her especial dread, but thanks to the
- •It's nothing to me, of course, but I should think he would have
- •I quite long to see the dear man," added Mrs. March.
- •It a lovely monosyllable.
- •Ist die beste', but that I should not expect."
- •Indeed, and quite regardless of everything but her own happiness.
- •I'd made my fortune, and no one needed me at home, I'd hire a
- •It was a very astonishing year altogether, for things seemed
- •It never was a fashionable school, and the Professor did not
- •In her face sketched the various groups, and watched over one
- •Various gifts, so numerous that they were transported to the
- •Is the best thing I've ever done. I think so, myself, and mean
- •Into each life some rain must fall,
- •It, Marmee dear," added Meg's tender voice.
It a lovely monosyllable.
"Sentimental? Yes. Thank Gott, we Germans believe in sentiment,
and keep ourselves young mit it. Your English 'you' is so cold, say
'thou', heart's dearest, it means so much to me," pleaded Mr. Bhaer,
more like a romantic student than a grave professor.
"Well, then, why didn't thou tell me all this sooner?" asked
Jo bashfully.
"Now I shall haf to show thee all my heart, and I so gladly
will, because thou must take care of it hereafter. See, then, my
Jo--ah, the dear, funny little name--I had a wish to tell something
the day I said goodbye in New York, but I thought the handsome
friend was betrothed to thee, and so I spoke not. Wouldst thou
have said 'Yes', then, if I had spoken?"
"I don't know. I'm afraid not, for I didn't have any heart just then."
"Prut! That I do not believe. It was asleep till the fairy prince
came through the wood, and waked it up. Ah, well, 'Die erste Liebe
Ist die beste', but that I should not expect."
"Yes, the first love is the best, but be so contented, for I
never had another. Teddy was only a boy, and soon got over his
little fancy," said Jo, anxious to correct the Professor's mistake.
"Good! Then I shall rest happy, and be sure that thou givest
me all. I haf waited so long, I am grown selfish, as thou wilt
find, Professorin."
"I like that," cried Jo, delighted with her new name. "Now
tell me what brought you, at last, just when I wanted you?"
"This," and Mr. Bhaer took a little worn paper out of his
waistcoat pocket.
Jo unfolded it, and looked much abashed, for it was one of
her own contributions to a paper that paid for poetry, which
accounted for her sending it an occasional attempt.
"How could that bring you?" she asked, wondering what he
meant.
"I found it by chance. I knew it by the names and the
initials, and in it there was one little verse that seemed to
call me. Read and find him. I will see that you go not in
the wet."
IN THE GARRET
Four little chests all in a row,
Dim with dust, and worn by time,
All fashioned and filled, long ago,
By children now in their prime.
Four little keys hung side by side,
With faded ribbons, brave and gay
When fastened there, with childish pride,
Long ago, on a rainy day.
Four little names, one on each lid,
Carved out by a boyish hand,
And underneath there lieth hid
Histories of the happy band
Once playing here, and pausing oft
To hear the sweet refrain,
That came and went on the roof aloft,
In the falling summer rain.
"Meg" on the first lid, smooth and fair.
I look in with loving eyes,
For folded here, with well-known care,
A goodly gathering lies,
The record of a peaceful life--
Gifts to gentle child and girl,
A bridal gown, lines to a wife,
A tiny shoe, a baby curl.
No toys in this first chest remain,
For all are carried away,
In their old age, to join again
In another small Meg's play.
Ah, happy mother! Well I know
You hear, like a sweet refrain,
Lullabies ever soft and low
In the falling summer rain.
"Jo" on the next lid, scratched and worn,
And within a motley store
Of headless dolls, of schoolbooks torn,
Birds and beasts that speak no more,
Spoils brought home from the fairy ground
Only trod by youthful feet,
Dreams of a future never found,
Memories of a past still sweet,
Half-writ poems, stories wild,
April letters, warm and cold,
Diaries of a wilful child,
Hints of a woman early old,
A woman in a lonely home,
Hearing, like a sad refrain--
"Be worthy, love, and love will come,"
In the falling summer rain.
My Beth! the dust is always swept
From the lid that bears your name,
As if by loving eyes that wept,
By careful hands that often came.
Death canonized for us one saint,
Ever less human than divine,
And still we lay, with tender plaint,
Relics in this household shrine--
The silver bell, so seldom rung,
The little cap which last she wore,
The fair, dead Catherine that hung
By angels borne above her door.
The songs she sang, without lament,
In her prison-house of pain,
Forever are they sweetly blent
With the falling summer rain.
Upon the last lid's polished field--
Legend now both fair and true
A gallant knight bears on his shield,
"Amy" in letters gold and blue.
Within lie snoods that bound her hair,
Slippers that have danced their last,
Faded flowers laid by with care,
Fans whose airy toils are past,
Gay valentines, all ardent flames,
Trifles that have borne their part
In girlish hopes and fears and shames,
The record of a maiden heart
Now learning fairer, truer spells,
Hearing, like a blithe refrain,
The silver sound of bridal bells
In the falling summer rain.
Four little chests all in a row,
Dim with dust, and worn by time,
Four women, taught by weal and woe
To love and labor in their prime.
Four sisters, parted for an hour,
None lost, one only gone before,
Made by love's immortal power,
Nearest and dearest evermore.
Oh, when these hidden stores of ours
Lie open to the Father's sight,
May they be rich in golden hours,
Deeds that show fairer for the light,
Lives whose brave music long shall ring,
Like a spirit-stirring strain,
Souls that shall gladly soar and sing
In the long sunshine after rain.
"It's very bad poetry, but I felt it when I wrote it, one day
when I was very lonely, and had a good cry on a rag bag. I never
thought it would go where it could tell tales," said Jo, tearing
up the verses the Professor had treasured so long.
"Let it go, it has done its duty, and I will haf a fresh one
when I read all the brown book in which she keeps her little
secrets," said Mr. Bhaer with a smile as he watched the fragments
fly away on the wind. "Yes," he added earnestly, "I read that,
and I think to myself, She has a sorrow, she is lonely, she would
find comfort in true love. I haf a heart full, full for her. Shall
I not go and say, 'If this is not too poor a thing to gif for what
I shall hope to receive, take it in Gott's name?'"
"And so you came to find that it was not too poor, but the one
precious thing I needed," whispered Jo.
"I had no courage to think that at first, heavenly kind as was
your welcome to me. But soon I began to hope, and then I said,
'I will haf her if I die for it,' and so I will!" cried Mr. Bhaer,
with a defiant nod, as if the walls of mist closing round them were
barriers which he was to surmount or valiantly knock down.
Jo thought that was splendid, and resolved to be worthy of her knight,
though he did not come prancing on a charger in gorgeous array.
"What made you stay away so long?" she asked presently, finding
it so pleasant to ask confidential questions and get delightful
answers that she could not keep silent.
"It was not easy, but I could not find the heart to take you
from that so happy home until I could haf a prospect of one to
gif you, after much time, perhaps, and hard work. How could I ask
you to gif up so much for a poor old fellow, who has no fortune
but a little learning?"
"I'm glad you are poor. I couldn't bear a rich husband,"
said Jo decidedly, adding in a softer tone, "Don't fear poverty.
I've known it long enough to lose my dread and be happy working
for those I love, and don't call yourself old--forty is the prime
of life. I couldn't help loving you if you were seventy!"
The Professor found that so touching that he would have been
glad of his handkerchief, if he could have got at it. As he
couldn't, Jo wiped his eyes for him, and said, laughing, as she
took away a bundle or two . . .
"I may be strong-minded, but no one can say I'm out of my
sphere now, for woman's special mission is supposed to be drying
tears and bearing burdens. I'm to carry my share, Friedrich,
and help to earn the home. Make up your mind to that, or I'll
never go," she added resolutely, as he tried to reclaim his load.
"We shall see. Haf you patience to wait a long time, Jo?
I must go away and do my work alone. I must help my boys first,
because, even for you, I may not break my word to Minna. Can
you forgif that, and be happy while we hope and wait?"
"Yes, I know I can, for we love one another, and that makes
all the rest easy to bear. I have my duty, also, and my work.
I couldn't enjoy myself if I neglected them even for you, so
there's no need of hurry or impatience. You can do your part
out West, I can do mine here, and both be happy hoping for the
best, and leaving the future to be as God wills."
"Ah! Thou gifest me such hope and courage, and I haf nothing
to gif back but a full heart and these empty hands," cried the
Professor, quite overcome.
Jo never, never would learn to be proper, for when he said
that as they stood upon the steps, she just put both hands into
his, whispering tenderly, "Not empty now," and stooping down,
kissed her Friedrich under the umbrella. It was dreadful, but
she would have done it if the flock of draggle-tailed sparrows
on the hedge had been human beings, for she was very far gone