
- •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.
Imaginary tears out of his handkerchief, and staggered round the
corner as if in utter despair.
"What does the goose mean?" said Meg, laughing and trying to
look unconscious.
"He's showing you how your John will go on by-and-by.
Touching, isn't it?" answered Jo scornfully.
"Don't say my John, it isn't proper or true," but Meg's voice
lingered over the words as if they sounded pleasant to her. "Please
don't plague me, Jo, I've told you I don't care much about him, and
there isn't to be anything said, but we are all to be friendly, and
go on as before."
"We can't, for something has been said, and Laurie's mischief
has spoiled you for me. I see it, and so does Mother. You are not
like your old self a bit, and seem ever so far away from me. I
don't mean to plague you and will bear it like a man, but I do wish
it was all settled. I hate to wait, so if you mean ever to do it,
make haste and have it over quickly," said Jo pettishly.
"I can't say anything till he speaks, and he won't, because
Father said I was too young," began Meg, bending over her work
with a queer little smile, which suggested that she did not quite
agree with her father on that point.
"If he did speak, you wouldn't know what to say, but would
cry or blush, or let him have his own way, instead of giving a
good, decided no."
"I'm not so silly and weak as you think. I know just what
I should say, for I've planned it all, so I needn't be taken
unawares. There's no knowing what may happen, and I wished to
be prepared."
Jo couldn't help smiling at the important air which Meg had
unconsciously assumed and which was as becoming as the pretty
color varying in her cheeks.
"Would you mind telling me what you'd say?" asked Jo more
respectfully.
"Not at all. You are sixteen now, quite old enough to be
my confident, and my experience will be useful to you by-and-by,
perhaps, in your own affairs of this sort."
"Don't mean to have any. It's fun to watch other people
philander, but I should feel like a fool doing it myself," said
Jo, looking alarmed at the thought.
"I think not, if you liked anyone very much, and he liked
you." Meg spoke as if to herself, and glanced out at the lane
where she had often seen lovers walking together in the summer
twilight.
"I thought you were going to tell your speech to that man,"
said Jo, rudely shortening her sister's little reverie.
"Oh, I should merely say, quite calmly and decidedly, 'Thank
you, Mr. Brooke, you are very kind, but I agree with Father that
I am too young to enter into any engagement at present, so please
say no more, but let us be friends as we were.'"
"Hum, that's stiff and cool enough! I don't believe you'll
ever say it, and I know he won't be satisfied if you do. If he
goes on like the rejected lovers in books, you'll give in, rather
than hurt his feelings."
"No, I won't. I shall tell him I've made up my mind, and
shall walk out of the room with dignity."
Meg rose as she spoke, and was just going to rehearse the
dignified exit, when a step in the hall made her fly into her
seat and begin to sew as fast as if her life depended on finishing
that particular seam in a given time. Jo smothered a laugh
at the sudden change, and when someone gave a modest tap, opened
the door with a grim aspect which was anything but hospitable.
"Good afternoon. I came to get my umbrella, that is, to see
how your father finds himself today," said Mr. Brooke, getting a
trifle confused as his eyes went from one telltale face to the other.
"It's very well, he's in the rack. I'll get him, and tell it
you are here." And having jumbled her father and the umbrella well
together in her reply, Jo slipped out of the room to give Meg a
chance to make her speech and air her dignity. But the instant she
vanished, Meg began to sidle toward the door, murmuring . . .
"Mother will like to see you. Pray sit down, I'll call her."
"Don't go. Are you afraid of me, Margaret?" and Mr. Brooke
looked so hurt that Meg thought she must have done something very
rude. She blushed up to the little curls on her forehead, for he
had never called her Margaret before, and she was surprised to
find how natural and sweet it seemed to hear him say it. Anxious
to appear friendly and at her ease, she put out her hand with a
confiding gesture, and said gratefully . . .
"How can I be afraid when you have been so kind to Father?
I only wish I could thank you for it."
"Shall I tell you how?" asked Mr. Brooke, holding the small
hand fast in both his own, and looking down at Meg with so much
love in the brown eyes that her heart began to flutter, and she
both longed to run away and to stop and listen.
"Oh no, please don't, I'd rather not," she said, trying to
withdraw her hand, and looking frightened in spite of her denial.
"I won't trouble you. I only want to know if you care for
me a little, Meg. I love you so much, dear," added Mr. Brooke
tenderly.
This was the moment for the calm, proper speech, but Meg
didn't make it. She forgot every word of it, hung her head, and
answered, "I don't know," so softly that John had to stoop down
to catch the foolish little reply.
He seemed to think it was worth the trouble, for he smiled
to himself as if quite satisfied, pressed the plump hand
gratefully, and said in his most persuasive tone, "Will you try and
find out? I want to know so much, for I can't go to work with
any heart until I learn whether I am to have my reward in the end
or not."
"I'm too young," faltered Meg, wondering why she was so
fluttered, yet rather enjoying it.
"I'll wait, and in the meantime, you could be learning to
like me. Would it be a very hard lesson, dear?"
"Not if I chose to learn it, but. . ."
"Please choose to learn, Meg. I love to teach, and this
is easier than German," broke in John, getting possession of the
other hand, so that she had no way of hiding her face as he bent
to look into it.
His tone was properly beseeching, but stealing a shy look
at him, Meg saw that his eyes were merry as well as tender, and
that he wore the satisfied smile of one who had no doubt of his
success. This nettled her. Annie Moffat's foolish lessons in
coquetry came into her mind, and the love of power, which sleeps
in the bosoms of the best of little women, woke up all of a
sudden and took possession of her. She felt excited and
strange, and not knowing what else to do, followed a
capricious impulse, and, withdrawing her hands, said petulantly,
"I don't choose. Please go away and let me be!"
Poor Mr. Brooke looked as if his lovely castle in the air
was tumbling about his ears, for he had never seen Meg in such
a mood before, and it rather bewildered him.
"Do you really mean that?" he asked anxiously, following
her as she walked away.
"Yes, I do. I don't want to be worried about such things.
Father says I needn't, it's too soon and I'd rather not."
"Mayn't I hope you'll change your mind by-and-by? I'll
wait and say nothing till you have had more time. Don't play
with me, Meg. I didn't think that of you."
"Don't think of me at all. I'd rather you wouldn't," said
Meg, taking a naughty satisfaction in trying her lover's patience
and her own power.
He was grave and pale now, and looked decidedly more like
the novel heroes whom she admired, but he neither slapped his
forehead nor tramped about the room as they did. He just stood
looking at her so wistfully, so tenderly, that she found her
heart relenting in spite of herself. What would have happened
next I cannot say, if Aunt March had not come hobbling in at
this interesting minute.
The old lady couldn't resist her longing to see her nephew,
for she had met Laurie as she took her airing, and hearing of
Mr. March's arrival, drove straight out to see him. The family
were all busy in the back part of the house, and she had made
her way quietly in, hoping to surprise them. She did surprise
two of them so much that Meg started as if she had seen a
ghost, and Mr. Brooke vanished into the study.
"Bless me, what's all this?" cried the old lady with a rap
of her cane as she glanced from the pale young gentleman to the
scarlet young lady.
"It's Father's friend. I'm so surprised to see you!" stammered Meg,
feeling that she was in for a lecture now.
"That's evident," returned Aunt March, sitting down. "But
what is Father's friend saying to make you look like a peony?
There's mischief going on, and I insist upon knowing what it