Little Women - Louisa May Alcott

haunting river, field, and wood, for picturesque studies, and sighing for ruins to copy. She caught endless colds ...

important air one day. "Well, little girl, what is it?" replied her mother, in whose eyes the stately young ...

"Why, Mother, how can you think of such a thing? Not more than six or eight will probably come, so I ...

social enterprises. "I don't truckle, and I hate being patronized as much as you do!" returned Amy indign ...

its mind till it was too late for anyone else to make up theirs. Amy was up at dawn, hustling people o ...

"Then I must have a lobster, for tongue alone won't do," said Amy decidedly. "Shall I rush into ...

Amy recovered herself in a breath, set her basket boldly on the seat, and said, laughing, "Don't you wish you we ...

As she came walking in, looking very tired but as composed as ever, she observed that every vestige of ...

allude to it for a month, at least." No one did for several months, but the word 'fete' always produced a gene ...

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN LITERARY LESSONS Fortune suddenly smiled upon Jo, and dropped a good luck penny in her ...

and Jo rather wondered at the choice of such a subject for such an audience, but took it for granted that ...

out of such stories, they say." and he pointed to the name of Mrs. S.L.A.N.G. Northbury, under the title ...

for on opening it, a check for a hundred dollars fell into her lap. For a minute she stared at it as if ...

hearty work of head or hand, and to the inspiration of necessity, we owe half the wise, beautiful, and usef ...

this book was the most remarkable novel ever written. "But Mr. Allen says, 'Leave out the explanations, ...

"You said, Mother, that criticism would help me. But how can it, when it's so contradictory that I d ...

determination to be a model housekeeper. John should find home a paradise, he should always see a s ...

order home a dozen or so of little pots and an extra quantity of sugar, for their own currants were ...

unpardonable in him to choose that day, of all the days in the year, to bring a friend home to dinner ...

anxious John, tenderly kissing the crown of the little cap, which was all askew. "Yes," sobbed Meg despairingly. ...