Subject: Little Women
For a year Jo and her Professor worked and waited, hoped
and loved, met occasionally, and wrote such voluminous letters
that the rise in the price of paper was accounted for, ...
While Laurie and Amy were taking conjugal strolls over velvet
carpets, as they set their house in order, and planned a blissful
future, Mr. Bhaer and Jo were enjoying promenad...
I cannot feel that I have done my duty as humble historian
of the March family, without devoting at least one chapter to
the two most precious and important members of it. Da...
"Please, Madam Mother, could you lend me my wife for half
an hour? The luggage has come, and I’ve been making hay of
Amy’s Paris finery, trying to find some ...
Jo was alone in the twilight, lying on the old sofa, looking
at the fire, and thinking. It was her favorite way of spending
the hour of dusk. No one disturbed her, and she u...
It was easy to promise self-abnegation when self was
wrapped up in another, and heart and soul were purified by a
sweet example. But when the helpful voice was silent, the
Amy’s lecture did Laurie good, though, of course, he did
not own it till long afterward. Men seldom do, for when women
are the advisers, the lords of creation don’...
When the first bitterness was over, the family accepted
the inevitable, and tried to bear it cheerfully, helping one
another by the increased affection which comes to bind hou...
Laurie went to Nice intending to stay a week, and remained
a month. He was tired of wandering about alone, and Amy’s
familiar presence seemed to give a homelike charm t...
In France the young girls have a dull time of it till they are
married, when ‘Vive la liberte!’ becomes their motto. In America,
as everyone knows, girls early si...
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