Chapter 2 The captain’s death was the second I had known, and sorrow filled my heart. I stood for a moment feeling more sad than afraid. When I realized the danger which threatened us I ran for my mother. I told her what the captain had told me. If I went for Dr. Livesey as […]
Chapter 1 Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole story of Treasure Island, keeping nothing back but the location of the island, and that only because there is still treasure, I take up my pen in the year 17, and go back to the
Chapter 16 Half an hour after everyone had said they were so happy they could only hold one drop more, the drop came. Laurie opened the parlour door, and popped his head in very quietly. He might just as well have turned a somersault, and uttered an Indian war-whoop; for his face was so full
Chapter 15 Mrs. March and Jo were deep in their own affairs when a sound from Meg made them look up to see her staring at her note with a frightened face.“My child, what is it?” cried her mother, running to her, while Jo tried to take paper which had done the mischief.“It ‘s all
Chapter 14 The house was full of genuine happiness, when Mrs. March returned. Meg’s tender hope was realized; for when Beth woke from that long, healing sleep, the first object on which her eyes fell were the little rose and mother’s face.That evening, while Meg was writing to her father, to report her mother safe
Chapter 13 While these things were happening at home, Amy was having hard times at Aunt March’s. She felt her exile deeply, and, for the first time in her life, realized how much she was beloved and petted at home. Aunt March never petted anyone; but she meant to be kind, for the well, behaved
Chapter 12 Beth did have the fever, and was much sicker than anyone but Hannah and the doctor suspected. The girls knew nothing about illness, and Mr. Laurence was not allowed to see her, so Hannah had everything her own way, and Dr. Bangs did his best, but left a good deal to the excellent
Chapter 11 Nobody talked much, but, as the time drew, and they sat waiting for the carriage, Mrs. March said to the girls, “Children, I leave you to Hannah’s care and Mr. Laurence’s protection. Don’t grieve and fret when I have gone. Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.
Chapter 10 One November morning, a sharp ring rang, and a minute after Hannah came in.“It’s one of them horrid telegraph things, mum,” she said, handling it as if she were afraid it would explode.At the word ‘telegraph,’ Mrs. March snatched it, read the two lines it contained, and dropped back into her chair as
Chapter 9 Laurie lay luxuriously swinging to and fro in his hammock one warm September, wondering what his neighbours were about.“What in the world are those girls about now?” thought Laurie, opening his sleepy eyes. Each wore a large flapping hat, a brown linen pouch slung over one shoulder, and carried a long staff; Meg
Chapter 8 All the four girls called themselves the Pickwick Club. They met every Saturday evening in the big garret. Three chairs were arranged in a row before a table, on which was a lamp, also four white badges, with a big ‘P.C.’ in different colours on each, and the weekly newspaper, called the Pickwick
Chapter 7 Annie Moffat was Meg’s dearest friend. She had invited Meg to a grand party on Sunday.“What did mother give you out of the treasure-box?” Amy asked Meg.“A pair of silk stockings, that pretty carved fan, and a lovely blue sash. I wanted the violet silk; but there isn’t time to make it over,
Chapter 6 “Girls, where are you going?” asked Amy, coming into their room one Saturday afternoon, and finding them getting ready to go out, with an air of secrecy which excited her curiosity.“Never mind; little girls shouldn’t ask questions,” returned Jo sharply.“I know! I know! You’re going to the theatre to see the Seven Castles!”
Chapter 5 Jo liked to do daring things. When the snowy afternoon came, Jo resolved to try what could be done. She saw Mr. Laurence drive off, and then sallied out to dig her way down to the hedge, where she paused, and took a survey. All quiet; curtains drawn at the lower windows; servants
Chapter 4 “I wish it was Christmas or New Year all the time; wouldn’t it be fun?” answered Jo, yawning dismally.“We shouldn’t enjoy ourselves half so much as we do now. But it does seem so nice to have little suppers and bouquets, and go to parties. It’s like other people, you know, and I