- •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.
In spite of poverty."
"We'll remember, Mother!" and they did.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CAMP LAURENCE
Beth was postmistress, for, being most at home, she could
attend to it regularly, and dearly liked the daily task of
unlocking the little door and distributing the mail. One July
day she came in with her hands full, and went about the house
leaving letters and parcels like the penny post.
"Here's your posy, Mother! Laurie never forgets that," she
said, putting the fresh nosegay in the vase that stood in 'Marmee's
corner', and was kept supplied by the affectionate boy.
"Miss Meg March, one letter and a glove," continued Beth,
delivering the articles to her sister, who sat near her mother,
stitching wristbands.
"Why, I left a pair over there, and here is only one," said
Meg, looking at the gray cotton glove. "Didn't you drop the
other in the garden?"
"No, I'm sure I didn't, for there was only one in the office."
"I hate to have odd gloves! Never mind, the other may be
found. My letter is only a translation of the German song I
wanted. I think Mr. Brooke did it, for this isn't Laurie's
writing."
Mrs. March glanced at Meg, who was looking very pretty in
her gingham morning gown, with the little curls blowing about her
forehead, and very womanly, as she sat sewing at her little worktable,
full of tidy white rolls, so unconscious of the thought in her
mother's mind as she sewed and sang, while her fingers flew
and her thoughts were busied with girlish fancies as innocent
and fresh as the pansies in her belt, that Mrs. March smiled and
was satisfied.
"Two letters for Doctor Jo, a book, and a funny old hat,
which covered the whole post office and stuck outside," said
Beth, laughing as she went into the study where Jo sat writing.
"What a sly fellow Laurie is! I said I wished bigger hats
were the fashion, because I burn my face every hot day. He said,
'Why mind the fashion? Wear a big hat, and be comfortable!' I
said I would if I had one, and he has sent me this, to try me. I'll
wear it for fun, and show him I don't care for the fashion." And
hanging the antique broad-brim on a bust of Plato, Jo read her
letters.
One from her mother made her cheeks glow and her eyes fill,
for it said to her . . .
My Dear:
I write a little word to tell you with how much satisfaction
I watch your efforts to control your temper. You say nothing
about your trials, failures, or successes, and think, perhaps,
that no one sees them but the Friend whose help you daily ask,
if I may trust the well-worn cover of your guidebook. I, too,
have seen them all, and heartily believe in the sincerity of
your resolution, since it begins to bear fruit. Go on, dear,
patiently and bravely, and always believe that no one sympathizes
more tenderly with you than your loving . . .
Mother
"That does me good! That's worth millions of money and
pecks of praise. Oh, Marmee, I do try! I will keep on trying,
and not get tired, since I have you to help me."
Laying her head on her arms, Jo wet her little romance with
a few happy tears, for she had thought that no one saw and
appreciated her efforts to be good, and this assurance was doubly
precious, doubly encouraging, because unexpected and from the
person whose commendation she most valued. Feeling stronger than
ever to meet and subdue her Apollyon, she pinned the note inside her
frock, as a shield and a reminder, lest she be taken unaware, and
proceeded to open her other letter, quite ready for either good or
bad news. In a big, dashing hand, Laurie wrote . . .
Dear Jo,
What ho!
Some english girls and boys are coming to see me tomorrow
and I want to have a jolly time. If it's fine, I'm going to pitch
my tent in Longmeadow, and row up the whole crew to lunch and
croquet--have a fire, make messes, gypsy fashion, and all sorts
of larks. They are nice people, and like such things. Brooke will
go to keep us boys steady, and Kate Vaughn will play propriety for
the girls. I want you all to come, can't let Beth off at any price,
and nobody shall worry her. Don't bother about rations, I'll see
to that and everything else, only do come, there's a good fellow!
In a tearing hurry,
Yours ever, Laurie.
"Here's richness!" cried Jo, flying in to tell the news to Meg.
"Of course we can go, Mother? It will be such a help to
Laurie, for I can row, and Meg see to the lunch, and the children
be useful in some way."
"I hope the Vaughns are not fine grown-up people. Do you
know anything about them, Jo?" asked Meg.
"Only that there are four of them. Kate is older than you,
Fred and Frank (twins) about my age, and a little girl (Grace), who
is nine or ten. Laurie knew them abroad, and liked the boys. I
fancied, from the way he primmed up his mouth in speaking of her,
that he didn't admire Kate much."
"I'm so glad my French print is clean, it's just the thing
and so becoming!" observed Meg complacently. "Have you anything
decent, Jo?"
"Scarlet and gray boating suit, good enough for me. I shall
row and tramp about, so I don't want any starch to think of. You'll
come, Betty?"
"If you won't let any boys talk to me."
"Not a boy!"
"I like to please Laurie, and I'm not afraid of Mr. Brooke,
he is so kind. But I don't want to play, or sing, or say anything.
I'll work hard and not trouble anyone, and you'll take care of me,
Jo, so I'll go."
"That's my good girl. You do try to fight off your shyness,
and I love you for it. Fighting faults isn't easy, as I know, and
a cheery word kind of gives a lift. Thank you, Mother," And Jo
gave the thin cheek a grateful kiss, more precious to Mrs. March
than if it had given back the rosy roundness of her youth.
"I had a box of chocolate drops, and the picture I wanted to
copy," said Amy, showing her mail.
"And I got a note from Mr. Laurence, asking me to come over
and play to him tonight, before the lamps are lighted, and I shall
go," added Beth, whose friendship with the old gentleman prospered
finely.
"Now let's fly round, and do double duty today, so that we can
play tomorrow with free minds," said Jo, preparing to replace her
pen with a broom.
When the sun peeped into the girls' room early next morning
to promise them a fine day, he saw a comical sight. Each had
made such preparation for the fete as seemed necessary and proper.
Meg had an extra row of little curlpapers across her forehead, Jo
had copiously anointed her afflicted face with cold cream, Beth
had taken Joanna to bed with her to atone for the approaching
separation, and Amy had capped the climax by putting a clothespin
on her nose to uplift the offending feature. It was one of the
kind artists use to hold the paper on their drawing boards,
therefore quite appropriate and effective for the purpose it was now
being put. This funny spectacle appeared to amuse the sun, for
he burst out with such radiance that Jo woke up and roused her
sisters by a hearty laugh at Amy's ornament.
Sunshine and laughter were good omens for a pleasure party,
and soon a lively bustle began in both houses. Beth, who was
ready first, kept reporting what went on next door, and enlivened
her sisters' toilets by frequent telegrams from the window.
"There goes the man with the tent! I see Mrs. Barker doing
up the lunch in a hamper and a great basket. Now Mr. Laurence is
looking up at the sky and the weathercock. I wish he would go
too. There's Laurie, looking like a sailor, nice boy! Oh, mercy
me! Here's a carriage full of people, a tall lady, a little girl,
and two dreadful boys. One is lame, poor thing, he's got a crutch.
Laurie didn't tell us that. Be quick, girls! It's getting late.
Why, there is Ned Moffat, I do declare. Meg, isn't that the man
who bowed to you one day when we were shopping?"
"So it is. How queer that he should come. I thought he was
at the mountains. There is Sallie. I'm glad she got back in time.
Am I all right, Jo?" cried Meg in a flutter.
"A regular daisy. Hold up your dress and put your hat on
straight, it looks sentimental tipped that way and will fly off
at the first puff. Now then, come on!"
"Oh, Jo, you are not going to wear that awful hat? It's too
absurd! You shall not make a guy of yourself," remonstrated Meg,
as Jo tied down with a red ribbon the broad-brimmed, old-fashioned
leghorn Laurie had sent for a joke.
"I just will, though, for it's capital, so shady, light, and big.