Little Women (A Stepping Stone Book(TM))
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The four March sisters--Meg, Amy, Beth, and feisty Jo--share the joys and sorrows of growing up while their father is away at war. The family is poor in worldly goods, but rich in love and character.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
“Christmas won’t be Christmas without presents,” said Jo. She was lying on the rug. “It’s awful to be poor,” said Meg, sighing. She was the oldest. She looked at her shabby dress as she spoke. “And it’s not fair!” exclaimed Amy. She was the youngest. “Some girls have lots of pretty things. And other girls have nothing at all.” “We’ve got Father and Mother and one another,” said Beth. Beth was the shy one. She always looked on the bright side of things. “We haven’t got Father,” said Jo sadly.
Laurie. “I promise. You will forgive me, won’t you?” “It was an unkind thing to do,” said Meg. “I didn’t think you could be so sly.” But then Meg forgave him, Only Jo wouldn’t look at him. She didn’t say a word, so Laurie left. As soon as he was gone, Jo wished she had said something. She ran next-door. Laurie was locked in his room. “Grandfather shook me,” said Laurie. “Because I wouldn’t tell him why your mother wanted me. I would have told him my part in it. But I couldn’t without giving
to laugh or cry. Before she could make up her mind, Mr. Brooke was back. He had heard every word. “I see you do care for me,” he said. “Yes, John,” said Meg. Jo came into the room, hoping her sister had sent the enemy away. She was surprised to see the enemy and her sister in an embrace. “Sister Jo,” said Mr. Brooke when he saw her. “Congratulate us!” This was too much. To lose her sister to the enemy. But to be happy about it, on top of that! Jo threw up her hands and rushed out of the
the top of their voices. Chapter Eight Castles in the Air Each of the March girls had a dream she hoped would come true someday. They called their dreams “castles in the air.” “Wouldn’t it be fun if all our castles in the air could come true?” asked Jo. “And we could live in them?” Laurie agreed. He also had a castle in the air. He wanted to travel the world and become a famous musician. Meg dreamed about a life of luxury. She loved fine food, pretty clothes, and beautiful furniture.
Dearest Mother— Your last letter made us very happy. Mr. Brooke is very kind. He writes often to tell us about Father. The girls are as good as gold. Jo helps me with sewing and does the hard chores. I’m afraid that she might overdo it, but then I remember that Jo’s busyness never lasts long. Beth is as regular as clockwork. Amy minds me nicely. She does her own hair. And I am teaching her how to mend her stockings. Mr. Laurence is wonderful. He watches over us like an old mother hen. Laurie