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
Chapter 3 “We have a note of invitation from Mrs. Gardiner for tomorrow night!” cried Meg, waving the precious paper, and then proceeding to read it with delight.Mother is willing we should go; now what shall we wear?”“What’s the use of asking, when you know we shall wear our poplins, because we haven’t got anything
Chapter 2 Jo was the first to wake in the grey dawn of Christmas. She remembered her mother’s promise and slipping her hand under the pillow, drew out a little crimson covered book. She woke Meg with a “Merry Christmas,” and bade her see what was under her pillow. A green coloured book appeared with
Chapter 1 In America, the civil war had broken out in 1812. Mr. March as a chaplain (a priest who is responsible for the religious needs of people in a prison, hospital or in the armed forces) in the army had gone to Washington. He had four daughters and a beautiful wife. His daughters’ names
Chapter 13 As soon as the ship was thus secured, the captain ordered seven guns to be fired, which was the signal agreed upon with me to give me notice of his success. I was very glad to hear, having sat watching upon the shore for it till near two of the clock in the
Chapter 12 It was now harvest, and our crop in good order. It was not the most plentiful increase I had seen in the island, but however, it was enough to answer our end; for from our twenty-two bushels of barley we brought in and thrashed out above two hundred and twenty bushels, and the
Chapter 12 I was dreadfully frightened, that I must acknowledge, when I perceived him to run my way; and especially when, as I thought, I saw him pursued by the whole body. However, I kept my station, and my spirits began to recover when I found that there were not above three men that followed
Chapter 10 It was now the month of December, in my twenty-third year; when going out pretty early in the morning, even before it was thorough daylight, I was surprised with seeing a light of some fire upon the shore, at a distance from me of about two miles towards the end of the island
Chapter 9 I was so dead asleep at first, being fatigued with rowing, or paddling, as it is called, the first part of the day, and with walking the latter part, that I did not wake thoroughly; but dozing between sleeping and waking, thought I dreamed that somebody spoke to me. But as the voice