 CHAPTER 5 BEING NEIGHBORLY What in the world are you going to do now, Joe? asked Meg, one snowy afternoon, as her sister came tramping through the hall, in rubber boots, old sack, and hood, with a broom in one hand, and a shovel in the other. Going out for exercise, answered Joe, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. I should think two long walks this morning would have been enough. It's cold and dull out, and I advise you to stay warm and dry by the fire as I do, said Meg, with a shiver. Never take advice. Can't keep still all day, and not being a pussycat. I don't like the doze by the fire. I like adventures, and I'm going to find some. Meg went back to toast her feet and read Ivanhoe, and Joe began to dig paths with great energy. The snow was light, and with her broom she soon swept a path all round the garden. For Beth to walk in when the sun came out, and the invalid dolls needed air. Now the garden separated the Marge's house from that of Mr. Lawrence. Both stood in a suburb of the city, which was still country-like, with groves and lawns, large gardens, and quiet streets. A low hedge parted the two estates. On one side was an old brown house, looking rather bare and shabby. Robbed of the vines that in summer covered its walls and the flowers, which then surrounded it. On the other side was a stately stone mansion, plainly betokening every sort of comfort and luxury. From the big coach house, and well-kept grounds, to the conservatory and the glimpses of lovely things, one caught between the rich curtains. Yet it seemed a lonely, lifeless sort of house, for no children frolicked on the lawn, no motherly face ever smiled at the windows, and very few people went in and out, except the old gentleman and his grandson. To Joe's lively fancy, this fine house seemed a kind of enchanted palace, full of splendors and delights which no one enjoyed. She had long wanted to behold these hidden glories and to know the Lord's boy, who looked as if he would like to be known, if he only knew how to begin. Since the party, she had been more eager than ever, and had planned many ways of making friends with him, but he had not been seen lately, and Joe began to think he had gone away. When she one day spied a brown face at an upper window, looking wistfully down into their garden, where Beth and Amy were snowballing one another. That boy is suffering for society and fun, she said to herself. His grandpa does not know what's good for him, and keeps him shut up all alone. He needs a party of jolly boys to play with, for somebody young and lively. I have a great mind to go over and tell the old gentleman so. The idea amused Joe, who liked to do daring things, and was always scandalizing Meg by her queer performances. The plan of going over was not forgotten, and when the snowy afternoon came, Joe resolved to try what could be done. She saw Mr. Lawrence drive off, and then salad out to dig her way down to the hedge, where she paused and took a survey. All quiet, curtains down at the lower windows, servants out of sight, and nothing human visible but a curly black head leaning on a thin hand at the upper window. There he is, thought Joe, poor boy. All alone and sick this dismal day, it's a shame. I'll toss up a snowball and make him look out, and then say kind word to him. Up went a handful of soft snow, and the head turned at once, showing a face which lost its listless look in a minute, as the big eyes brightened and the mouth began to smile. Joe nodded and laughed, and flourished her broom as she called out. How do you do? Are you sick? Lori opened the window and croaked out as hoarsely as a raven. Better, thank you. I've had a bad cold and would shut up a week. I'm sorry. What do you amuse yourself with? Nothing. It's dull as tombs up here. Don't you read? Not much. They won't let me. Can't somebody read to you? Grandpa does sometimes, but my books don't interest him, and I hate to ask Brooke all the time. Have someone come and see you then. There isn't anyone I'd like to see. Boy's been such a row, and my head is weak. Isn't there some nice girl who'd read it when we used you? Girls are quiet and like to play nurse. Don't know any. You know us, began Joe, then laughed and stopped. So I do. Will you come, please? Cried Lori. I'm not quite a nice. But I'll come. If mother will let me, I'll go ask her. Shut the window, like a good boy, and wait till I come. With that, Joe shouldered her broom and marched into the house, wondering what they would all say to her. Lori was in a flutter of excitement at the idea of having company and flew about to get ready. For, as Mrs. March said, he was a little gentleman, and did honor to the coming guest brushing his curly paint, putting on a fresh color and trying to tidy up the room, which in spite of a half a dozen servants was anything but neat. There came a loud ring, then a decided voice, asking for Mr. Lori. And a surprised looking servant came running up to announce a young lady. All right, show her up. It's Mrs. Joe, said Lori, going to the door of his little parlor to meet Joe, who appeared, looking rosy and quite at her ease, with a covered dish in one hand and Beth's three kittens in the other. Here I am, bag and baggage, she said briskly. I sent her love, and was glad if I could do anything for you. Meg wanted me to bring some of her Blanc March. She makes it very nicely, and Beth thought her cats would be comforting. I knew you'd laugh at them, but I couldn't refuse. She was so anxious to do something. It so happened that Beth's funny loan was just the thing. For, in laughing over the kids, Lori forgot his bashfulness and grew sociable at once. She was smiling with pleasure, as Joe uncovered the dish and showed the Blanc March, surrounded by a garland of green leaves and the scarlet flowers of Amy's pet geranium. It isn't anything, only they all felt kindly and wanted to show it. Tell the girl to put it away for your tea. It's so simple you can eat it, and being soft it will slip down without hurting your sore throat. What a cozy room this is. It might be if it was kept nice, but the maids are lazy, and I don't know how to make them mind. It worries me so. I'll write it up in two minutes, for it only needs to have the hearth brushed, so, and the things made straight on the mental piece, so, and the books put here, and the bottles there, and your sofa turned from the light, and the pillows plumped up a bit. Now then, you're fixed. And so he was for, to take a different air to the room. Lawyer watched her in a respectful silence, and when she beckoned him to his sofa, he sat down with a sigh of satisfaction, saying gratefully, how kind you are. Yes, that's what it wanted. Now please take the big chair, and let me do something to amuse my company. No, I came to amuse you. Shall I read aloud? And Joe looked affectionately towards some inviting books nearby. I've read all those, and if you don't mind, I'd rather talk, answered Lori. Not a bit. I'll talk all day, if you'll only set me going. Beth says I never know when to stop. Is Beth the rosy one, who stays at home good deal, and sometimes goes out with a little basket? Asked Lori with interest. Yes, that's Beth. She's my girl, and a regular good one she is too. The pretty one is Meg, and the curly-haired one is Amy, I believe. How did you find that out? Lori colored up, but answered frankly. Why? You see, I often hear you calling to one another, and when I'm alone up here, I can't help looking over at your house. You always seem to be having such good times. I beg your pardon for being so rude, but sometimes you forget to put down the curtain at the window where the flowers are, and when the lamps are lighted, it's like looking at a picture to see the fire, falling on the table with your mother. Her face is right opposite, and it looks so sweet behind the flowers, I can't help watching it. I haven't got any, mother, you know. And Lori poked the fire to hide a little twitching on the lips that he could not control. The solitary, hungry look in his eyes went straight to Joe's warm heart. She had been so simply taught that there was no nonsense in her head, and at fifteen she was as innocent and frank as in each child. Lori was sick and lonely, and feeling how rich she was in home and happiness, she gladly tried to share it with him. Her face was very friendly, and her sharp voice unusually gentle, as she said. We'll never draw that curtain any more, and I give you lead to look as much as you like. I just wish, though, instead of peeping, you'd come over and see us. Mother is so splendid, she do heaps of good, and Beth would sing to you and I begged her to, and Amy would dance. Meg and I would make you laugh over our funny stage properties, and we'd have jolly times. Wouldn't your grandpa let you? I think he would, if your mother asked him. He's very kind, though he does not look so, and he lets me do what I like pretty much. Only he's afraid I might be a bother to strangers, began Lori, brightening more than more. We are not strangers, we are neighbors, and you didn't think you'd be a bother. We want to know you, and I've been trying to do it this ever so long. We haven't been here a great while, you know, but we have got acquainted with all our neighbors, but you. You see, Grandpa lives among his books, and doesn't mind much what happens outside. Mr. Brook, my tutor, doesn't stay here, you know, and I have no one to go about with me, so I just stop at home and get on as I can. That's bad. You are visiting everywhere you are asked. Then you'll have plenty of friends and pleasant places to go, too. Never mind being bashful, it won't last long if you keep going. Lori turned red again, but wasn't offended at being accused of bashfulness. There was so much goodwill. In Joe, it was impossible not to take her blunt speeches as kindly as they were meant. She liked her school, asked the boy, changing the subject, and the girls, during which he stared at the fire and Joe looked about her well pleased. Don't go to school. I'm a businessman. Girl, I mean. I'd go and wait on my great aunt and a dear cross old soul she is, too, answered Joe. Lori opened his mouth to ask another question. Plot by memory just in time that it wasn't managed to make too many inquiries into people's affairs, and didn't mind having a laugh at Aunt March. So she gave him a lively description of the fidgety old lady, her fat poodle, the parrot that talks Spanish, and the library where she reveled. Lori enjoyed that immensely, and when she told about the prim old gentleman who came once to woo Aunt March and in the middle of a fine speech, how Paul had tweaked his wig off to his great dismay, the boy laid back and laughed till the tears ran down his cheeks and popped her head in to see what was the matter. Oh, that doesn't mean no end of good. Tell on, please. He said, taking his face out of the sofa cushion, red and shining with merriment. Much later with her success, Joe did tell on all about their plays and plans, their hopes and fears for father, and the most interesting events of the little world in which the sisters lived. Then they got to talking about books, and to Joe's delight, she found that Lori loved them as well as she did, and had read even more than herself. If you like them so much, come down and see ours. Grandfather is out, so you need to be afraid, said Lori, getting up. I'm not afraid of anything, returned Joe with a toss of the head. I don't believe you are, exclaimed the boy, looking at her with much admiration, though he privately thought she would have good reason to be a trifle afraid of the old gentleman if she met him in some of his moods. The atmosphere of the whole house being summer-like, Lori led the way from room to room, letting Joe stop to examine whatever struck her fancy. And so, at last they came to the library, where she clapped her hands and pranced, as she always did when especially delighted. It was lined with books, and there were pictures and statues, and distracting little cabinets full of coins and curiosities, and queer tables and bronzes, and best of all, a great open fireplace with quaint tiles all rounded. What richness, sighed Joe, sinking into the depth of a velour chair, and gazing about her with an air of intense satisfaction. Theodore Lawrence, you ought to be the happiest boy in the world, she said impressively. A fellow can't live on books, said Lori, shaking his head opposite. Before he could move, a bell rang, and Joe flew up, exclaiming with alarm, Mercy me, it's your grandpa. Well, what if it is? You are not afraid of anything, you know, return the boy looking wicked. I think I am a little bit afraid of him, but I don't know why I should be. Marmy said I might come, and I don't think you're any worse for it, said Joe, composing herself, though she kept her eyes on the door. I'm a great deal better for it, than ever so much obliged. I'm only afraid you are very tired of talking to me. It was so pleasant, I couldn't bear to stop, said Lori, gratefully. The doctor to see you, sir, and the maid, back in, as she spoke, would you mind if I left you for a minute? I suppose I must see him, said Lori. Don't mind me, I'm happy as a cricket here, answered Joe. Lori went away, and his guest amused herself in her own way. She was standing before a fine portrait of the old gentleman when the door opened again, and without turning she said decidedly, I'm sure now that I shouldn't be afraid of him, for he's got kind eyes, though his mouth is grim, and he looks as if he had a tremendous wool of his own. He isn't as handsome as my grandfather, but I like him. Thank you, ma'am, said a gruff voice behind her, and there, to her great dismay, stood old Mr. Lawrence. Poor Joe blushed, so she couldn't blush any redder, and her heart began to beat uncomfortably fast, as she thought what she had said. For a minute a wild desire to run away possessed her, but that was cowardly, and the girls would laugh at her, so she resolved to stay and get out of the scrape as she could. A second look showed her that the living eyes, under the bushy eyebrows, were kinder even than the painted ones, and there was a slight twinkle in them, which blessed her fear a good deal. The gruff voice was gruffer than ever, as the old gentleman said abruptly after the dreadful pause. So, you're not afraid of me, eh? Not much, sir. And you don't think me as handsome as your grandfather? Not quite, sir. And I've got a tremendous wool, have I? I only said I thought so. But you like me in spite of it. Yes, I do, sir. That answer pleased the old gentleman. He gave a short laugh, shook hands with her, and, putting his finger under her chin, turned up her face, examined it gravely, and let it go, saying with a nod, you've got your grandfather's spirit if you haven't his face. He was a fine man, my dear, but what is better, he was a brave and an honest one, and I was proud to be his friend. Thank you, sir. And Joe was quite comfortable after that, for it suited her exactly. What have you been doing to this boy of mine, hey? Was the next question, sharply put. Only trying to be neighborly, sir. And Joe told how our visit came about. You think he needs cheering up a bit, do you? Yes, sir, he seems a little lonely, and young folks would do him good, perhaps. We are only girls, but we should be glad to help it if we could. But we don't forget the splendid Christmas present you sent us, so Joe eagerly. Tuck, tuck, tuck. That was the boy's affair. How was the poor woman? Doing nicely, sir. And off went Joe, talking very fast, as he told all about the hummels in whom her mother had interested with your friends than they were. Just her father's way of doing good. I shall come and see your mother some fine day. Tell her so. There is a tea well. We have it early on the boy's account. Come down and go on being neighborly. If you'd like to have me, sir. Shouldn't ask you if I didn't, and Mr. Lawrence offered her his arm with old-fashioned courtesy. What would make say to this, thought Joe, as she was marched away? While her eyes danced with fun, as she imagined herself telling the story at home, hey, why, what the Dickens has come to the fellow, said the old gentleman, as Lloyd came running downstairs and brought up with a start of surprise at the astounding sight of Joe, arm in arm, with his redoubtable grandfather. I didn't know you'd come, sir. He began, as Joe gave him his hand in a little glance. That's evident. By the way, you wreck it downstairs. Come to your tea, sir, and behave like a gentleman. And having pulled the boy's hair by way of a caress, Mr. Lawrence walked on, while Lloyd went through a series of comic evolutions behind their backs, which nearly produced an explosion of laughter from Joe. The old gentleman did not say much as he drank his four cups of tea, but he watched the young people who soon chatted away the gold friends, and the change in his grandson did not escape him. There was color, light, and life in the boy's face now, vivacity in his manner, and genuine merriment in his laugh. She's right, the lot is lonely. I'll see what these little girls can do for him, thought Mr. Lawrence, as he looked and listened. He liked Joe, for her odd blunt ways suited him, and the boy almost as well as if she had been one herself. If the Lawrence's had been what Joe called prim and pokey, she would not have gone on at all, for such people always made her shy and awkward. But finding them free and easy, she was so herself, and made a good impression. When they rose, she proposed to go, but Lloyd said he had something more to show her, and took her away to the conservatory, which had been lighted for her benefit. It seemed quite fairy like to Joe. So she went up and down the walks, enjoying the blooming walls on either side, the soft light, the damp sweet air, and the wonderful vines and trees that hung about her. While her new friend cut the finest flowers, till his hands were full, then he tied them up, saying with a happy look Joe liked to see. Please give this to your mother, and tell her I like the medicine she sent me very much. They found Mr. Lawrence standing before the fire in the great drawing room. But Joe's attention was entirely absorbed by a grand piano which stood open. Do you play? She asked, turning to Lloyd with a respectful expression. Sometimes, he answered modestly. Please do now. I want to hear it, so I can tell Beth. Won't you first? Don't know how. Too stupid to learn. But I love music dearly. So Lloyd played, and Joe listened, with her nose luxuriously buried in the blue troup and tea roses. Her respect and regard for the Lawrence boy increased very much. For he played remarkably well and didn't put on any airs. She wished Beth could hear him. But she did not say so, only praised him, till he was quite abashed, and his grandfather came to his rescue. That will do, that will do, young lady. Too many sugar plums are not good for him. His music isn't bad, but I hope he will do as well Going? Well, I must oblige to you. And I hope he'll come again. By respects to your mother. Good night, Dr. Joe. He shook hands kindly, but looked as if something did not please him. When I got into the hall, Joe asked Lloyd if she had said something amiss. He shook his head. No, it was me. He didn't like to hear me play. Why not? I'll tell you someday. Joe had us going home with you, as I can't. No need of that. I am not a young lady, and it's only a step. Take care of yourself, won't you? Yes, but you will come again, I hope. If you promise to come and see us after you are well. I will. Good night, Laurie. Good night, Joe. Good night. When all the afternoon's adventures had been told, the family felt inclined to go visiting in a body, for each found something very attractive in the big house on the other side of the hedge. Mrs. March wanted to talk of her father with the old man who had not forgotten him. Meg longed to walk in the conservatory, Beth sighed for the grand piano, and Amy was eager to see the fine pictures and statues. Mother, why didn't Mr. Lawrence like to have Laurie play? asked Joe, who was of an inquiring disposition. I am not sure, but I think it was because his son, Laurie's father, married an Italian lady, a musician, which displeased the old man who was very proud. The lady was good and lovely and accomplished, but he did not like her, and never saw his son after he married. They both died when Laurie was a little child, and then his grandfather took him home. I think to the boy who was born in Italy is not very strong, and the old man is afraid of losing him, which makes him so careful. Laurie comes naturally by his love of music, for he is like his mother, and I dare say his grandfather fears that he may want to be a musician. At any rate, his skill reminds him of the woman he did not like. And so he glowered, as Joe said. Dear me, how romantic! exclaimed Meg. How silly! Let him be a musician if he wants to, and not plague his life out, sending him to college, when he hates to go. That's why he is such handsome black guys in pretty manners, I suppose. Italians are always nice, said Meg, who was a little sentimental. What did you know about his eyes and his manners? You never spoke to him hardly, cried Joe, who was not sentimental. I saw him at the party, and what you tell shows that he knows how to behave. That was a nice little speech about the medicine mother sent him. He meant the Blanc Monge, I suppose. How stupid you are, child! He meant you, of course. Did he? And Joe opened her eyes as if it had never occurred to her before. I never saw such a girl. You don't know a compliment when you get it, said Meg, with the air of a young lady who knew all about the matter. I think they are great nonsense, and I'll thank you not to be silly and spoil my fun. No one is a nice boy, and I like him, and I won't have any sentimental stuff about compliments and such rubbish. Will all be good to him because he hasn't got any mother, and he may come over and see us, may he marry me? Yes, Joe. Your little friend is very welcome, and I hope Meg will remember that children should be children as long as they can. I don't call myself a child, and I'm not in my teens yet, observed Amy. What do you say, Beth? I was thinking about Pilgrim's progress, answered Beth, who had not heard a word. How he got out of the slough and through the wicked gate bothered him to be good, and up the steep hill by trying, and that maybe the house over there, full of splendid things, is going to be our palace beautiful. I hope he got to get by the lions first, said Joe, as if she rather liked the prospect. End of Chapter 5 Read by Jennifer Stearns, Concord, New Hampshire Chapter 6 of Little Woman This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Jennifer Stearns Chapter 6 Beth Finds the Palace Beautiful The big house did prove a palace beautiful, though it took some time for all to get in, and Beth found it very hard to pass the lions. Old Mr. Lawrence was the biggest one, but after he had called, said something funny or kind to each one of the girls, and talked over old times with their mother, nobody felt much afraid of him, except timid Beth. The other lion was the fact that they were poor and lorry rich, for this made them shy of accepting favors which they could not return. But, after a while, they found that he considered them the benefactors, and could not do enough to show how grateful he was for Mrs. Marcher's motherly welcome, their cheerful society, and the comfort he took in that humble home of theirs. So they soon forgot their pride and kindnesses without stopping to think which was the greater. All sorts of pleasant things happened about that time, for the new friendship flourished like grass in spring. Everyone liked lorry, and he privately informed his tutor that the marches were regularly splendid girls. With a delightful enthusiasm of youth, they took the solitary boy into their myths and made much of him, and he found something very charming of these simple-hearted girls. Never having known mother or sisters, he was quick to feel the influences they brought about him, and the busy, lively ways made him ashamed of the indolent life he led. He was tired of books and found people so interesting now that Mr. Brook was obliged to make very unsatisfactory reports, for lorry was always playing truant and running over to the marches. Never mind. The good lady next door says he is studying too hard and needs young society, amusement, and exercise. I suspect she is right, and that I have been kindling the fellow as if I had been his grandmother. Let him do what he likes, as long as he is happy. He can't get into mischief in that little nunnery over there, and Mrs. March is doing more for him than he can. What good times they had to be sure. Such plays and tableaux, such sleigh rides and skating frolics, such pleasant evenings in the old parlor. And now and then such gay little parties at the great house. Meg could walk in the conservatory, whatever she liked, and revel in bouquets. Joe browsed over the new library voraciously, and convulsed the old gentlemen with their criticisms. Amy copied pictures and Lori played Lord of the Manor in the most delightful style. But Beth, though yearning for the grand piano, could not pluck up courage to go to the mansion of Bliss, as Meg called it. She went once with Joe, but the old gentlemen, not being aware of her infirmity, stared at her so hard from under his heavy eyebrows and said, hey, so loud, that he frightened her so much, her feet chattered on the floor. And she ran away, declaring she would never go there any more, not even for the dear piano. No persuasions or enticements could overcome her fear, till, the fact coming to Mr. Lawrence's ear in some mysterious way, he said about mending matters. During one of the brief calls he made, he artfully led the conversation to music, and talked away about great singers whom he had seen, fine organs he had heard, and told such charming anecdotes that Beth found it impossible to stay in her distant corner, but crept nearer and nearer as it fascinated. In the back of his chair, she stopped and stood listening with her great eyes wide open and her cheeks red with excitement of this unusual performance. Taking no more notice of her than if she had been a fly, Mr. Lawrence talked on about Lori's lessons and teachers, and presently, as if the idea occurred to him, he said to Mrs. March, the boy neglects his music now and I'm glad of it, for he was getting too fond of it, but the piano suffers her want of use. Wouldn't some of your girls like to run over and practice on it now and then just to keep it in tune, you know, ma'am? Beth took a step forward and pressed her hands tightly together to keep him clapping them, for this was an irresistible temptation, and the thought of practicing on that splendid instrument before Mrs. March could reply, Mr. Lawrence went on with an odd little nod and smile. They needed to see or speak to anyone but run in at any time, for I'm shut up in my study at the other end of the house. Lori is out a great deal, and the servants are never near the drawing room after nine o'clock. Here he rose, as if going, and Beth made up her mind to speak, for that last arrangement left nothing to be desired. Telling young ladies what I say, and if they don't care to come, why, never mind. Here a little hand slipped into his and Beth looked up at him with a face full of gratitude, as she said, in an earnest yet timid way. Oh, sir, they do care very, very much. Are you the musical girl? He asked, without any startling hay, as he looked down on her very kindly. I'm Beth. I love it dearly. And I'll come if you are quite sure nobody will hear me and be disturbed. She added, fearing to be rude, and trembling at her own boldness as she spoke. Not a soul, my dear! The house is empty half the day, so come and drum away as much as you like, and I shall be obliged to you. How kind you are, sir! Beth blushed, like a rose, under the friendly look he wore, but she was not frightened now, with a grateful squeeze, because she had no words to thank him for the precious gift he had given her. The old gentleman softly stroked the hair off her forehead, and, stooping down, he kissed her, saying, in a tone few people ever heard. I had a little girl once, with eyes like these. God bless you, my dear. Good day, madam. In a way he went in a great hurry. Beth had a rapture with her mother, and then rushed up to impart as the girls were not home. How blithy she sang that evening, and how it all laughed at her because she woke Amy in the night by playing the piano on her face and her sleep. Next day, having seen both the old and young gentlemen out of the house, Beth, after two or three retreats, fairly got in at the side door and made her way as noiselessly as any mouse to the drawing room where her idol stood. Quite by accident, of course, some pretty, easy music lay on the piano. And with trembling fingers and frequent stops to listen and look about, Beth at last touched the great instrument, and straightaway forgot her fear, herself, and everything else but the unspeakable delight which the music gave her. For it was like the voice of a beloved friend. She stayed until Hannah came to take her home to dinner, but she had no appetite, and could only sit and smile upon everyone in a general state of beatitude. After that, the little brown hood slipped through the hedge nearly every day, and the great drawing room was haunted by a tuneful spirit that came and went unseen. She never knew that Mr. Lawrence opened his study door to hear the old-fashioned heirs he liked. She never saw Lori mount guard in the hall to warn the servants away. She never suspected that the exercise books and new songs which she found in the rack were put there for her a special benefit. And when he talked to her about music at home, she only thought how kind he was to tell things that helped her so much. So she enjoyed herself heartily and found what isn't always the case that her granted wish was all she had hoped. Perhaps it was because she was so grateful for this blessing that her greater was given her. At any rate, she deserved both. Mother, I'm going to work Mr. Lawrence a pair of slippers. He is so kind to me I must thank him and I don't know any other way. Can I do it? Asked Beth a few weeks after that eventful call of his. Yes, dear. It will please him very much and be a nice way of thanking him. The girls will help you about them and I will pay for the making up, replied Mrs. March, who took peculiar pleasure in granting Beth's request because she so seldom asked anything for herself. After many serious discussions with Meg and Joe, the pattern was chosen, the materials bought and the slippers begun. A cluster of grave yet cheerful pansies on a deeper, purple ground was pronounced very appropriate and pretty, and Beth worked away early and late, with occasional lifts over hard parts. She was a nimble little needle-woman and they were finished before anyone got tired of them. Then she wrote a short, simple note, and with Lori's help got them smuggled onto the study table one morning before the old gentleman was up. When this excitement was over Beth waited to see what would happen. All day passed and a part of the next before any acknowledgement arrived and she was beginning to fear she had offended her crotchety friend. On the afternoon of the second day she went out to do an errand and give poor Joanna the invalid doll her daily exercise. As she came up the street on her return she saw three, yes, four heads popping in and out of the parlor windows. And the moment they saw her several hands were waved and several joyful voices screamed. Here's a letter from the old gentleman. Come quick and read it. Oh, Beth, he sent you! began Amy, gesticulating with unseemly energy but she got no further for Joe quenched her by slamming down the window. Beth hurried on in a flutter of suspense. At the door her sister seized and bore her to the parlor. In a triumphal procession all pointing and all saying at once Look there, look there! Beth did look and turned pale with delight and surprise. For there stood a little cabinet piano with a letter lying on the glossy lid directed like a signboard to Miss Elizabeth March. For me? Gassed Beth holding on to Joe and feeling as if she should tumble down. It was such an overwhelming thing altogether. Yes, all of you, my precious. Isn't it splendid of him? Don't you think he is the dearest old man in the world? Here's a key in the letter. We didn't open it but we are dying to know what he says. cried Joe, hugging her sister and offering the note. You read it. I can't. I feel so queer. Oh, and it's too lovely. And Beth hit her face in Joe's apron quite upset by her present. Joe opened the paper and began to laugh. For the first words she saw were Miss March, dear madam. How nice it sounds! I wish someone would write to me so, said Amy, who thought the old fashion address very elegant. I have had many pairs of slippers in my life, but I never had any that suited me so well as yours, continues Joe. Hart's Ease is my favorite flower and these will always remind me of the gentle giver. I like to pay my debts, so I know you will allow the old gentleman to send you something which once belonged to the little granddaughter he lost. With hearty thanks and best wishes I remain your grateful friend and humble servant, James Lawrence. There, Beth, that's an honor to be proud of, I'm sure. Lori told me how fond Mr. Lawrence used to be of the child who died and how he kept all her little things carefully. Just think, he's given you her piano. That comes of having big blue eyes and loving music, said Joe, trying to soothe Beth, who trembled and looked more excited than she had ever been before. See the cunning brackets to hold candles and the nice green silk puckered up with a gold rose in the middle and the pretty rack and stool all complete, added Meg, opening the instrument and displaying its beauties. Your humble servant, James Lawrence, only think of his writing that to you. I'll tell the girls, they'll think it's splendid, said Amy, impressed by the note. Try it, honey. Let's hear the sound of the baby piano. Said Hannah, who always took a share in the family's joys and sorrows. So Beth tried it, and everyone pronounced it the most remarkable piano ever heard. It had evidently been newly tuned and put in Apple Pie order. But, perfect as it was, I think the real charm lay in the happiest of all happy faces which leaned over it, as Beth lovingly touched the beautiful black and white keys and pressed the bright petals. You'll have to go and thank him, said Joe, by way of a joke, for the idea of the child's really going never entered her head. Yes, I mean to. I guess I'll go now, before I get frightened thinking about it. And, to the utter amazement of the assembled family, Beth walked deliberately down the garden through the hedge and in at the Lawrence's door. Well, I wish I may die if any of the queerest thing I ever see. The peony has turned her head. She'd never have gone on her right mind. Cried Hannah, staring after her, while the girls were rendered quite specious by the miracle. They would have been more still amazed if they had seen what Beth did afterward. If you will believe me, she went and knocked at the study door before she gave herself time to think and when a gruff voice called out, come in. She did go in, right up to Mr. Lawrence, who looked quite taken aback, and held out her hand, saying with only a small quaver in her voice, I came to thank you, sir, for but she didn't finish, for he looked so friendly that she forgot her speech and only remembering that he had lost little girl he loved. She put both arms around his neck and kissed him. If the roof of the house had suddenly flown off, the old gentleman wouldn't have been more astonished. But he liked it. Oh dear, yes, he liked it amazingly that he had been so pleased by that confiding little kiss that all his crustiness vanished and he just set her on his knee and laid his wrinkled cheek against her rosy one, feeling as if he had got his own little granddaughter back again. Beth ceased to fear him from that moment and sat there talking to him as cosily as if she had known him all her life. For love casts out fear and gratitude can conquer pride. When she went home, he walked with her to her own gate, as he marched back again, looking very stately and erect, like a handsome, soldierly old gentleman as he was. When the girl saw that performance, Joe began to dance a jig by way of expressing her satisfaction. Amy nearly fell out of the window in her surprise and Meg exclaimed with uplifted hands, well, I do believe the world is coming to an end. End of Chapter 6 Recording by Jennifer Stearns Chapter 7 of Little Women This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Lindsay Anderson Little Women by Louisa May Alcott Chapter 7 Amy's Valley of Humiliation That boy is a perfect cyclops, isn't he? Said Amy one day as Lori clattered by on horseback with a flourish of his whip as he passed. How dare you say so when he's got both his eyes and very handsome ones they are too? cried Joe, who presented any sliding remarks about her friend. I didn't say anything about his eyes and I don't see why you need fire up when I admire his riding. Oh, my goodness, that little goose means a centaur and she called him a cyclops, exclaimed Joe with a burst of laughter. You needn't be so rude. It's only a lapse of lingerie, as Mr. Davis says retorted Amy, finishing Joe with her Latin. I just wish I had a little of the money Lori spends on that horse, she added as if to herself, yet hoping her sisters would hear. Why? asked Meg kindly for Joe had gone off in another laugh at Amy's second blunder. I need it so much. I'm dreadfully in debt and it won't be my turn to have the rag money for a month. In debt, Amy, what do you mean? And Meg looked sober. Why, I owe at least a dozen pickled limes and I can't pay them, you know, till I have money for a marmy for babe by having anything charged at the shop. Tell me about it, are limes the fashion now? It used to be pricking bits of rubber to make balls. And Meg tried to keep her countenance. Amy looked so grave and important. Why? You see, the girls are always buying them and unless you want to be thought mean, you must do it too. It's nothing but limes now for everyone is sucking them in their desks at school time and trading them off for pencils, bead rings, paper dolls or something else at recess. If one girl likes another, she gives her a lie and if she's mad at her, she eats one before her face and doesn't offer even a suck. They treat my turns and I've had ever so many but haven't returned them and I ought for they are debts of honor, you know. How much will pay them off and restore your credit? asked Meg taking out her purse. A quarter would more than do it and leave a few cents over for a treat for you. Don't you like limes? Not much. You may have my share. Here's the money. Make it last as long as you can for it isn't very plenty, you know. Oh, thank you! It must be so nice to have pocket money. I'll have a grand feast for I haven't tasted a lime this week. I felt delicate about taking any as I couldn't return them and I'm actually suffering for one. Next day Amy was rather late at school but could not resist the temptation of displaying with pardonable pride a moist brown paper parcel before she consigned it to the inmost recesses of her desk. During the next few minutes the rumor that Amy March had got 24 delicious limes she ate one on the way and was going to treat circulated through her set and the attentions of her friends became quite overwhelming. Katie Brown invited her to her next party on the spot. Mary Kingsley insisted on lending her her watch till recess and Jenny Snow a satirical young lady who had basically twitted Amy upon her limeless state promptly buried the hatchet and offered to furnish answers to certain appalling sums. But Amy had not forgotten Miss Snow's cutting remarks about some persons whose noses were not too flat to smell other people's limes and stuck up people who were not too proud to ask for them and she instantly crushed that Snow Girl's hopes by the withering telegram You needn't be so polite all of a sudden for you won't get any. A distinguished personage happened to visit the school that morning and Amy's beautifully drawn maps received praise which honor to her foe rankled in the soul of Miss Snow and caused Miss March to assume the heirs of a studious young peacock. But alas, alas, pride goes before fall and the revengeful Snow turned the tables with disastrous success. No sooner had the guest paid the usual stale compliments and bowed himself out than Jenny under pretence of asking an important question informed Mr. Davis the teacher that Amy March had pickled limes in her desk. Now Mr. Davis had declared limes a contraband article and solemnly vowed to publicly feral the first person who was found breaking the law. This much enduring man had succeeded in punishing chewing gum after a long and stormy war, had made a bonfire of the confiscated novels and newspapers, had suppressed a private post office, had forbidden distortions of the face, nicknames and caricatures, and done all that one man could do to keep half a hundred rebellious girls in order. Boys are trying enough to human patience goodness knows, but girls are infinitely more so especially to nervous gentlemen who have more mechanical tempers and no more talent for teaching than Dr. Blimber. Mr. Davis knew any quantity of Greek, Latin, Algebra and oligies of all sorts, so he was called a fine teacher. And manners, morals, feelings and examples were not considered of any particular importance. It was a most unfortunate moment for denouncing Amy and Jenny knew it. Mr. Davis had evidently taken the least wind, which always affected his neuralgia, and his pupils had not done him the credit which he felt he deserved. Therefore to use the expressive, if not elegant, language of a schoolgirl, he was as nervous as a witch and as cross as a bear. The word Limes was like fire to powder, his yellow face flushed and he wrapped on his desk with an energy which made Jenny skip to her seat with unusual rapidity. Young ladies, attention if you please. At the stern order, the buzz ceased and fifty pairs of blue, black, gray and brown eyes were obediently fixed upon his awful countenance. Ms. March, come to the desk. Amy rose to comply with outward composure, but a secret fear oppressed her for the Limes weighed upon her conscience. Bring with you the Limes you have in your desk. Was the unexpected command which arrested her before she got out of her seat? Don't take all! whispered her neighbor, a young lady of great presence of mind. Amy hastily shook out half a dozen and laid the rest down before Mr. Davis, feeling that any man possessing a human heart would relent when that delicious perfume met his nose. Unfortunately Mr. Davis particularly detested the odor of the fashionable pickle and disgust added to his wrath. Is that all? Not quite, stammered Amy. Bring the rest immediately. With a despairing glance at her set she obeyed. You are sure there are no more? I never lie, sir. So I see. Now take these disgusting things two by two and throw them out the window. There was a simultaneous sigh which created quite a little gust as the last hope fled and the treat was ravished from their longing lips. Scarlet with shame and anger Amy went to and fro six dreadful times and as each doomed couple looking oh so plump and juicy fell from her reluctant hands a shout from the street completed the anguish of the girls for it told them that their feast was being exalted over by the little Irish children who were their sworn foes. This! This was too much. All flashed indignant or appealing glances at the inexorable Davis and one passionate lyme lover burst into tears. As Amy returned from her last trip Mr. Davis gave a portentous hum and said in his most impressive manner, young ladies you remember what I said to you a week ago. I am sorry this has happened but I never allow my rules to be infringed and I never break my word. Miss March hold out your hand. Amy started and put both hands behind her turning on him an imploring look which pleaded for her better than the words she could not utter. She was rather a favorite with old Davis as of course he was called and it's my private belief that he would have broken his word if the indignation of one irrepressible young lady had not found vent in a hiss. That hiss faint as it was irritated the irascible gentleman and sealed the culprit's fate. Your hand Miss March was the only answer her mute appeal received and too proud to cry or besiege Amy set her teeth threw back her head defiantly and bore without flinching several tingling blows on her little palm. They were neither many nor heavy but that made no difference to her for the first time in her life she had been struck and the disgrace in her eyes was as deep as if he had knocked her down. You will now stand on the platform till recess said Mr. Davis resolved to do the thing thoroughly since he had begun. That was dreadful it would have been bad enough to go to her seat and see the pitting faces of her friends or the satisfied ones of her few enemies but to face the whole school with that shame fresh upon her seemed impossible and for a second she felt as if she could only drop down where she stood and break her heart with crying. A bitter sense of wrong and the thought of Jenny Snow helped her to bear it and taking the ignominious place she fixed her eyes on the stow funnel above what now seemed a sea of faces and stood there so motionless and white that the girls found it hard to study with that pathetic figure before them. During the fifteen minutes that followed the proud and sensitive little girl suffered a shame and pain which she never forgot to others it might seem a ludicrous or trivial affair but to her it was a hard experience for during the twelve years of her life she had been governed by love alone and the glow of that sort had never touched her before. The smart of her hand and the ache of her heart were forgotten in the sting of the thought I shall have to tell them at home and they will be so disappointed in me. The fifteen minutes seemed an hour but they came to an end at last and the word recess had never seemed so welcome to her before. You can go Miss March said Mr. Davis looking as he felt uncomfortable. He did not soon forget the reproachful glance Amy gave him as she went without a word to anyone straight into the anti-room snatched her things and left the place FOREVER as she passionately declared to herself she was in a sad state when she got home and when the older girls arrived sometime later an indignation meeting was held at once Mrs. March did not say much but she felt disturbed and comforted her afflicted little daughter in her tenderest manner Meg bathed the insulted hand with glycerine and tears Beth felt that even her beloved kittens would fail as a balm for griefs like this Joe wrathfully proposed that Mr. Davis be arrested without delay and Hannah shook her fist at the villain and pounded potatoes for dinner as if she had him under her pestle. No notice was taken of Amy's flight except by her mates but the sharp-eyed demoiselles discovered that Mr. Davis was quite benignant in the afternoon also unusually nervous just before school closed Joe appeared wearing a grim expression as she stalked up to the desk and delivered a letter from her mother then collected Amy's property and departed carefully scraping the mud from her boots on the door mat as if she shook the dust off the place off her feet Yes, you can have a vacation from school but I want you to study a little every day with Beth said Mrs. March that evening I don't approve of corporal punishment especially for girls I dislike Mr. Davis's manner of teaching and don't think the girls you associate with are doing you any good so I shall ask her father's advice before I send you anywhere else That's good! I wish all the girls would leave and spoil his old school It's perfectly maddening to think of those lovely limes sighed Amy with the air of a martyr I'm not sorry you lost them for you broke the rules and deserved some punishment for disobedience was the severe reply which rather disappointed the young lady who expected nothing but sympathy Do you mean you are glad I was disgraced before the whole school? cried Amy I should not have chosen that way of mending a fault replied her mother but I'm not sure that it won't do you more good than a bolder method you are getting to be rather conceited my dear and it's quite time you set about correcting it you have a good many little gifts and virtues but there is no need of parading them for conceit spoils the finest genius there is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long even if it is the consciousness of possessing and using it well should satisfy one and the great charm of all power is modesty So it is cried Lori who was playing chess in a corner with Joe I knew a girl once who had a really remarkable talent for music and she didn't know it never guessed what sweet little thing she composed when she was alone wouldn't have believed it if anyone had told her I wish I'd known that nice girl maybe she would have helped me I'm so stupid said Beth who stood beside him listening eagerly you do know her and she helps you better than anyone else could answered Lori looking at her with such mischievous meaning in his merry black eyes that Beth suddenly turned very red and hid her face in the sofa cushion quite overcome by such an unexpected discovery Joe let Lori win the game to pay for that praise of her Beth who could not be prevailed upon to play for them after her compliment so Lori did his best and sang delightfully being in a particularly lively humor for to the marches he seldom showed the moody side of his character when he was gone asked Amy who had been pensive all evening said suddenly as if busy over some new idea is Lori an accomplished boy yes he has had an excellent education and has much talent he will make a fine man if not spoiled by petting replied her mother and he isn't conceited is he asked Amy not in the least that's why he's so charming and we all like him so much I see it's nice to have accomplishments and be elegant but not to show off or get perked up said Amy thoughtfully these things are always seen and felt in a person's manner in conversations if modestly used but it is not necessary to display them so Mrs. March any more than it's proper to wear all your bonnets and gowns and ribbons at once that folks may know you've got them added Joe and the lecture ended in a laugh End of Chapter 7 Recording by Lindsay Anderson Chapter 8 of Little Women This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Christine Lehmann Rosita, California Chapter 8 Joe Meets a Polyon 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 return Joe sharply now if there is anything mortifying to our feelings when we are young it is to be told that and to be bidden to run away dear is still more trying to us Amy bridled up at this insult and determined to find out the secret if she teased for an hour turning to Meg who never refused her anything very long she said coaxingly do tell me I should think you might let me go too for Beth is fussing over her piano and I haven't got anything to do and I'm so lonely I can't dear because you aren't invited began Meg but Joe broke in impatiently now Meg be quiet or you will spoil it all you can't go Amy so don't be a baby and whine about it you are going somewhere with Lori I know you are you were whispering and laughing together on the sofa last night and you stopped when I came in aren't you going with him yes we are now do be still and stop bothering Amy held her tongue but used her eyes and saw Meg slip a fan into her pocket I know I know you are going to the theater to see the seven castles she cried adding resolutely and I shall go for mother said I might see it and I've got my rag money and it was mean not to tell me in time just listen to me a minute and be a good child said Meg soothingly mother doesn't wish you to go this week because your eyes are not well enough yet to bear the light of this very piece next week you can go with Beth and Hannah and have a nice time I don't like that half as well as going with you and Lori please let me I've been stuck with this cold so long and shut up I'm dying for some fun do Meg I'll be ever so good pleaded Amy looking as pathetic as she could suppose we take her I don't believe mother would mind if we bundle her up well began Meg goes I shan't and if I don't Lori won't like it and it will be very rude after he invited only us to go and drag in Amy I should think she'd hate to poke herself where she isn't wanted said Joe Crossley for she disliked the trouble of overseeing a fidgety child when she wanted to enjoy herself her tone and manner angered Amy who began to put her boots on saying in her most aggravating way I shall go Meg says I may and if I pay for myself Lori hasn't anything to do with it you can't sit with us for our seats are reserved and you mustn't sit alone so Lori will give you his place and that will spoil our pleasure or he'll get another seat for you and that isn't proper when you weren't asked you shan't stir a step so you may just stay where you are scolded Joe with her finger in her hurry sitting on the floor with one boot on Amy began to cry and Meg to reason with her when Lori called from below and the two girls hurried down leaving their sister wailing for now and then she forgot her grown-up ways and acted like a spoiled child just as the party was setting out Amy called over the banisters in a threatening tone you'll be sorry for this Joe March see if you ain't fiddle-sticks returned Joe slamming the door they had a charming time for the seven castles of the Diamond Lake was as brilliant and wonderful as heart could wish but in spite of the comical red imps, sparkling elves and the gorgeous princes and princesses Joe's pleasure had a drop of bitterness in it the fairy queen's yellow curls reminded her of Amy and between the acts she amused herself with wondering what her sister would do to make her sorry for it she and Amy had had many lively skirmishes in the course of their lives for both had quick tempers and were apt to be violent when fairly roused Amy teased Joe and Joe irritated Amy and semi-occasional explosions occurred of which both were much ashamed afterward although the oldest Joe had the least self-control and had hard times trying to curb the fiery spirit which was continually getting her into trouble her anger never lasted long and having humbly confessed her fault she sincerely repented and tried to do better her sisters used to say that they rather liked to get Joe into a fury because she was such an angel afterward poor Joe tried desperately to be good but her bosom enemy was always ready to flame up and defeat her and it took years of patient effort to subdue it when they got home they found Amy reading in the parlor she assumed an injured air as they came in never lifted her eyes from her book or asked a single question perhaps curiosity might have conquered resentment if Beth had not been there to inquire and receive a glowing description of the play on going up to put away her best hat Joe's first look was toward the bureau for in their last quarrel Amy had soothed her feelings by turning Joe's top drawer upside down on the floor everything was in its place, however and after a hasty glance into her various closets, bags and boxes Joe decided that Amy had forgiven and forgotten her wrongs there Joe was mistaken for next day she made a discovery which produced a tempest Meg, Beth and Amy were sitting together late in the afternoon when Joe burst into the room looking excited and demanding breathlessly has anyone taken my book? Meg and Beth said no at once and looked surprised Amy poked the fire and said nothing Joe saw her color rise and was down upon her in a minute Amy, you've got it No, I haven't You know where it is then No, I don't That's a fib, cried Joe taking her by the shoulders and looking fierce enough to frighten a much braver child than Amy It isn't, I haven't got it Don't know where it is now and don't care You know something about it and you'd better tell it once or I'll make you make Skulled as much as you like you'll never see your silly old book again cried Amy, getting excited in her turn Why not? I burned it up What? My little book I was so fond of and worked over and meant to finish before Father got home Have you really burned it? said Joe, turning very pale while her eyes kindled and her hands clutched Amy nervously as I did I told you I'd make you pay for being so cross yesterday and I have, so Amy got no farther for Joe's hot temper mastered her and she shook Amy till her teeth chattered in her head crying in a passion of grief and anger You wicked, wicked girl I never can write it again and I'll never forgive you as long as I live Meg flew to rescue Amy and Beth to pacify Joe but Joe was quite beside herself and with a parting box on her sister's ear she rushed out of the room up to the old sofa in the Garrett and finished her fight alone The storm cleared up below for Mrs. March came home and having heard the story soon brought Amy to a sense of the wrong she had done her sister Joe's book was the pride of her heart and was regarded by her family as a literary great promise It was only half a dozen little fairy tales but Joe had worked over them patiently putting her whole heart into her work hoping to make something good enough to print She had just copied them with great care and had destroyed the old manuscript so that Amy's bonfire had consumed the loving work of several years It seemed a small loss to others but to Joe it was a dreadful calamity and she felt that it never could be made up to her Beth mourned as for a departed kitten and Meg refused to defend her pet Mrs. March looked grave and grieved and Amy felt that no one would love her till she had asked pardon for the act which she now regretted more than any of them When the T-bell rang Joe appeared looking so grim and unapproachable that it took all Amy's courage to say meekly Please forgive me, Joe I'm very, very sorry I never shall forgive you was Joe's stern answer and from that moment she ignored Amy entirely No one spoke of the great trouble not even Mrs. March for all had learned by experience that when Joe was in that mood words were wasted and the wisest course was to wait till some little accident of her own generous nature softened Joe's resentment and healed the breach It was not a happy evening for though they soared as usual while their mother read aloud from Bremer Scott or Edgeworth something was wanting and the sweet home-piece was disturbed They felt this most when singing time came for Beth could only play Joe stood dumb as a stone and Amy broke down staying alone but in spite of their efforts to be as cheery as larks the flute-like voices did not seem to chord as well as usual and all felt out of tune As Joe received her good-night kiss Mrs. March whispered gently My dear don't let the sun go down upon your anger forgive each other help each other and begin again tomorrow I wanted to lay her head down on that motherly bosom and cry her grief and anger all away but tears were an unmanly weakness and she felt so deeply injured that she really couldn't quite forgive yet so she winked hard shook her head and said gruffly because Amy was listening It was an abominable thing and she doesn't deserve to be forgiven With that she marched off to bed and there was no Mary in the confidential gossip that night Amy was much offended that her overtures of peace had been repulsed and began to wish she had not humbled herself to feel more injured than ever and to plume herself on her superior virtue in a way which was particularly exasperating Joe still looked like a thundercloud and nothing went well all day It was bitter cold in the morning she dropped her precious turnover in the gutter Aunt March had an attack of the fidgets Meg was sensitive Beth would look grieved and wistful when she got home and Amy kept making remarks about people who were always talking about being good and yet wouldn't even try when other people set them a virtuous example Everybody is so hateful I'll ask Lori to go skating He is always kind and jolly and will put me to rights I know," said Joe to herself and off she went Amy heard the clash of skates and looked out with an impatient exclamation There! she promised I should go next time for this is the last ice we shall have but it's no use to ask such a cross-patch to take me Don't say that You were very naughty and it is hard to forgive the loss of her precious little book but I think she might do it now and I guess she will if you try her at the right minute," said Meg Go after them Don't say anything till Joe has got good-natured with Lori Then take a quiet minute and just kiss her or do some kind thing and I'm sure she'll be friends again with all her heart I'll try," said Amy for the advice suited her and after a flurry to get ready she ran after the friends who were just disappearing over the hill It was not far to the river but both were ready before Amy reached them Joe saw her coming and turned her back Lori did not see for he was carefully skating along the shore sounding the ice for a warm spell had preceded the cold snap I'll go on to the first bend and see if it's all right before we begin to race Amy heard him say as he shot away a Russian in his fur-trimmed coat and cap Joe heard Amy panting after her run stamping her feet and blowing on her fingers as she tried to put her skates on but Joe never turned and went slowly zigzagging down the river taking a bitter, unhappy sort of satisfaction in her sister's troubles She had cherished her anger till it grew strong and took possession of her as evil thoughts and feelings always too unless cast out at once As Lori turned the bend he shouted back Keep near the shore it isn't safe in the middle Joe heard, but Amy was struggling to her feet and did not catch a word Joe glanced over her shoulder and the little demon she was harboring said in her ear No matter whether she heard or not let her take care of herself Lori had vanished round the bend Joe was just at the turn and Amy, far behind striking out toward the smoother ice in the middle of the river for a minute Joe stood still with a strange feeling in her heart then she resolved to go on but something held and turned her round just in time to see Amy throw up her hands and go down with a sudden crash of rotten ice the splash of water and a cry that made Joe's heart stand still with fear she didn't call Lori but her voice was gone she tried to rush forward but her feet seemed to have no strength in them and for a second she could only stand motionless staring with a terror-stricken face at the little blue hood above the black water something rushed swiftly by her and Lori's voice cried out bring a rail quick, quick how she did it she never knew but for the next few minutes she asked blindly obeying Lori who was quite self-possessed and lying flat held Amy up by his arm and hockey stick till Joe dragged a rail from the fence and together they got the child out more frightened than hurt now then we must walk her home as fast as we can pile our things on her while I get off these confounded skates cried Lori she seemed so intricate before shivering, dripping and crying they got Amy home and after an exciting time of it she fell asleep rolled in blankets before a hot fire during the bustle Joe had scarcely spoken but flown about looking pale and wild with her things half off her dress torn and her hands cut and bruised by ice and rails and refractory buckles when Amy was comfortably asleep the house quiet and Mrs. March sitting by the bed she called Joe to her and began to bind up the hurt hands are you sure she is safe? whispered Joe looking remorsefully at the golden head which might have been swept away from her sight forever under the treacherous ice quite safe dear she is not hurt and won't even take cold I think you were so sensible in covering and getting her home quickly replied her mother cheerfully Lori did it all I only let her go mother if she should die it would be my fault and Joe dropped down beside the bed in a passion of penitent tears telling all that had happened bitterly condemning her hardness of heart and sobbing out her gratitude for being spared the heavy punishment which might have come upon her it's my dreadful temper I try to cure it I think I have and then it breaks out worse than ever oh mother what shall I do what shall I do cried poor Joe in despair watch and pray dear never get tired of trying and never think it is impossible to conquer your fault said Mrs. March drawing the blowsy head to her shoulder and kissing the wet cheeks so tenderly that Joe cried even harder you don't know you can't guess how bad it is it seems as if I could do anything when I'm in a passion I get so savage I could hurt anyone and enjoy it I'm afraid I shall do something dreadful someday and spoil my life and make everybody hate me oh mother help me do help me I will my child I will don't cry so bitterly but remember this day and resolve with all your soul that you will never know another like it Joe dear we all have our temptations some far greater than yours and it often takes us all our lives to conquer them you think your temper is the worst in the world but mine used to be just like it yours mother why you are never angry and for the moment Joe forgot the force in surprise I've been trying to cure it for forty years and have only succeeded in controlling it I am angry nearly every day of my life Joe but I have learned not to show it and I still hope to learn not to feel it though it may take me another forty years to do so the patience and the humility of the face she loved so well was a better lesson to Joe than the wisest lecture and the sharpest reproof she felt comforted at once by the sympathy and confidence given her the knowledge that her mother had a fault like hers and tried to mend it made her own easier to bear and strengthened her resolution to cure it though forty years seemed rather a long time to watch and pray to a girl of fifteen mother are you angry when you fold your lips tight together at the room sometimes when Aunt March scolds or people worry you asked Joe feeling nearer and dearer to her mother than ever before yes I've learned to check the hasty words that rise to my lips and when I feel that they mean to break out against my will I just go away for a minute and give myself a little shake for being so weak and wicked answered Mrs. March with a sigh and a smile that rose disheveled hair how did you learn to keep still that is what troubles me for the sharp words fly out before I know what I'm about and the more I say the worse I get till it's a pleasure to hurt people's feelings and say dreadful things tell me how you do it Marmy dear my good mother used to help me as you do us interrupted Joe with a grateful kiss but I lost her when I was a little older than you are and for years had to struggle on alone for I was too proud to confess my weakness to anyone else I had a hard time Joe and shed a good many bitter tears over my failures for in spite of my efforts I never seemed to get on then your father came and I was so happy that I found it easy to be good but by and by when I had four little daughters around me and we were poor then the old trouble began again for I am not patient by nature and it tried me very much to see my children wanting anything poor mother what helped you then your father Joe he never loses patience never doubts or complains but always hopes and works and waits so cheerfully that one is ashamed to do otherwise before him he helped comforted me and showed me that I must try to practice all the virtues I would have my little girls possess for I was their example it was easier to try for your sakes then for my own a startled or surprised look from one of you when I spoke sharply rebuked me more than any words could have done and the love respect and confidence of my children was the sweetest reward I could receive for my efforts would be the woman I would have them copy Oh mother if I'm ever half as good as you I shall be satisfied cried Joe much touched I hope you will be a great deal better dear but you must keep watch over your bosom enemy as your father calls it or it may sadden if not spoil your life you have had a warning remember it and try with heart and soul to master this or it brings you greater sorrow and regret than you have known today I will try mother I truly will but you must help me remind me and keep me from flying out I used to see father sometimes put his finger on his lips and look at you with a very kind and sober face and you always folded your lips tight and went away was he reminding you then asked Joe softly yes he asked him to help me so and he never forgot it but saved me from many a sharp word by that little gesture and kind look Joe saw that her mother's eyes filled and her lips trembled as she spoke and fearing that she had said too much she whispered anxiously was it wrong to watch you and to speak of it I didn't mean to be rude but it's so comfortable to say all I think to you and feel so safe and happy here my Joe you may say anything to your mother for it is my greatest happiness and pride to feel that my girls confide in me and know how much I love them I thought I'd grieve you no dear but speaking of father reminded me how much I miss him how much I owe him and how faithfully I should watch and work to keep his little daughter safe and good for him yet you told him to go to his mother and didn't cry when he went and never complain now or seem as if you need any help said Joe wondering I gave my best to the country I love and kept my tears till he was gone why should I complain when we both have merely done our duty and will surely be the happier for it in the end if I don't seem to need help it is because I have a better friend even than father to comfort and sustain me my child the troubles and temptations of your life are beginning and may be many but you can overcome and outlive them all if you learn to feel the strength and tenderness of your heavenly father as you do that of your earthly one the more you love and trust him the nearer you will feel to him and the less you will depend on human power and wisdom his love and care never desire or change can never be taken from you but may become the source of life long peace happiness and strength believe this heartily and go to God with all your little cares and hopes and sins and sorrows as freely and confidingly as you come to your mother Joe's only answer was to hold her mother close and in the silence which followed the sincerest prayer she had laid left her heart without words for in that sad yet happy hour she had learned not only the bitterness of remorse and despair but the sweetness of self-denial and self-control and led by her mother's hand she had drawn nearer to the friend who always welcomes every child with a love stronger than that of any father tenderer than that of any mother Amy stirred and sighed in her sleep and as if eager to begin at once to mend her fault Joe looked up with an expression on her face which it had never worn before I let the sun go down on my anger I wouldn't forgive her and today if it hadn't been for Lori it might have been too late how could I be so wicked said Joe half-allowed as she leaned over her sister softly stroking the wet hair scattered on the pillow as if she heard Amy opened her eyes and held out her arms with a smile that went straight to Joe's heart neither said a word but they hugged one another close in spite of the blankets and everything was forgiven and forgotten in one hearty kiss End of Chapter 8 Recording by Christine Layman Chapter 9 Of Little Women This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Charity Childs Little Women by Louisa May Alcott Chapter 9 Meg Goes to Vanity Fair I do think it was the most fortunate thing in the world that those children should have the measles just now said Meg when April Day as she stood packing by her sisters and so nice of Annie Moff at not to forget her promise a whole fortnight of fun will be regularly splendid, replied Joe looking like a windmill as she folded skirts with her long arms and such lovely weather I'm so glad of that, added Beth tidily sorting neck and hair ribbons in her best box lint for the great occasion I wish I was going to have a fine time and wear all these nice things, said Amy with her mouth full of pins as she artistically replenished her sister's cushion I wish you were all going, but as you can't I shall keep my adventures and tell you when I come back I'm sure it's the least I can do when you have been so kind, lending me things and helping me get ready, said Meg glancing round the room at the very simple outfit which seemed nearly perfect in their eyes What did mother give you out of the treasure box asked Amy who had not been present at the opening of a certain cedar chest in which Mrs. March kept a few relics of past lunder as gifts for her girls when the proper time came 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 so I must be contented with my old charlatan it will look nice over my new muslin skirt and the sash will set it off beautifully I wish I hadn't smashed my core bracelet or you might have had it, said Joe who loved to give in lint but whose possessions were usually too dilapidated to be of much use there is a lovely old fashioned pearl set in the treasure chest but mother said real flowers were the prettiest ornament for a young girl and Lori promised to send me all I want, replied Meg now let me see there's my new grey walking suit just curl up the feather in my hatbed then my poplin for Sunday and the small party it looks heavy for spring, doesn't it the violet silk would be so nice oh dear never mind, you've got the charlatan for the big party and you almost look like an angel in white, said Amy brooding over the little store of finery in which her soul delighted my bonnet doesn't sweep enough but it will have to do my blue house dress looks so well turned and freshly trimmed that I feel as if I got a new one my silk sack isn't a bit the fashion and my bonnet doesn't look like Sally's I didn't like to say anything but I was sadly disappointed in my umbrella I told mother black with a white handle but she forgot and bought a green one with a yellowish handle it's strong and neat so I ought not to complain but I know I shall feel ashamed of it beside Annie's silk one with the gold top, said Meg surveying the little umbrella with great disfavor change it, advised Joe I won't be so silly or hurt Marry's feelings when she took so much pains to get my things it's a nonsensical notion of mine and I'm not going to give up to it my silk stockings and two pairs of new gloves are my comfort you are a dear to lend me yours, Joe I feel so rich and sort of elegant with two new pairs and the old ones cleaned up for common and Meg took a refreshing peep at her glove box Annie Moffat has blue and pink bows on her night caps would you put some on mine, she asked as Beth brought up a pile of snowy muslins fresh from Hannah's hands no I wouldn't for the smart caps won't match the plain gowns without any trimming on them poor folks shouldn't rig, said Joe decidedly I wonder if I shall ever be happy enough to have real lace on my clothes and bows on my caps, said Meg impatiently you said the other day that you'd be perfectly happy if you could only go to Annie Moffat's observed Beth in her quiet way so I did, will I am happy and I won't fret but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants, doesn't it there now the trays are ready and everything in but my bold dress which I shall leave for mother to pack, said Meg cheering up as she glanced from the half-filled trunk to the many times pressed and mended white charlatan which she called her bold dress with an important air the next day was fine and Meg departed in style for a fortnight of novelty and pleasure Mrs. March had consented to the visit rather reluctantly fearing that Margaret would come back more discontented than she went but she begged so hard and Sally had promised to take good care of her and a little pleasure seemed so delightful after a winter of irksome work that the mother yielded and the daughter went to take her first taste of fashionable life the Moffats were very fashionable and simple Meg was rather daunted at first by the splendor of the house and the elegance of its occupants but they were kindly people in spite of the frivolous life they led and soon put their guests at her ease perhaps Meg felt, without understanding why that they were not particularly cultivated or intelligent people and that all their gilding could not quite conceal the ordinary material of which they were made it certainly was agreeable to fair-sumptuously drive in a fine carriage, wear her best frock every day and do nothing but enjoy herself it suited her exactly and soon she began to imitate the manners and conversations of those about her to put on little heirs and graces, use French phrases crimp her hair, take in her dresses and talk about the fashions as well as she could the more she saw of Annie Moffat's pretty things the more she envied her and sighed to be rich home now looked bare and dismal as she thought of it work grew harder than ever and she felt that she was a very destitute and much injured girl in spite of the new gloves and silk stockings she had not much time for repining however for the three young girls were busily employed in having a good time they shopped, walked, rode and called all day went to theaters and operas or froliced at home in the evening for Annie had many friends and knew how to entertain them her older sisters were very fine young ladies and one was engaged which was extremely interesting and romantic Meg thought Mr. Moffat was a fat jolly old gentleman who knew her father and Mrs. Moffat a fat jolly old lady who took as great a fancy to Meg as her daughter had done everyone petted her and Daisy as they called her was in a fair way to have her head turned when the evening for the small party came she found that the poplin wouldn't do at all for the other girls were putting on thin dresses and making themselves very fine indeed so out came the Tarleton looking older, limper and shabbier than ever besides Sally's crisp new one Meg saw the girls glance at it and then at one another and her cheeks begin to burn with all her gentleness she was very proud no one said a word about it but Sally offered to dress her hair and Annie to tie her sash and Belle the engaged sister praised her white arms but in their kindness Meg saw only pity for her poverty and her heart felt very heavy as she stood by herself while the others laughed, chattered and flew about like gauzy butterflies the hard bitter feeling was getting pretty bad when the maid brought in a box of flowers before she could speak Annie had the cover off and all were exclaiming at the lovely roses heath and fern within it's for Belle of course George always censor some but these are all together ravishing cried Annie with a great sniff they offer Miss March the man said and here's a note put in the maid holding it to Meg what fun who are they from didn't know you had a lover cried the girls fluttering about Meg in a high state of curiosity and surprise the note is from mother and the flowers from Lori said Meg simply yet much gratified that he had not forgotten her oh indeed said Annie with a funny look as Meg slipped the note into her pocket as a sort of talisman against envy vanity and false pride for the few loving words had done her good and the flowers cheered her up by their beauty feeling almost happy again she laid by a few ferns and roses for herself and quickly made up the rest in dainty bouquets for the breasts hair or skirts of her friends offering them so prettily that Clara the elder sister told her she was the sweetest little thing she ever saw and they looked quite charmed with her small attention somehow the kind act finished her despondency and when all the rest went to show themselves to Mrs. Moffatt she saw a happy bright-eyed face in the mirror as she laid her ferns against her rippling hair and fastened the roses in the dress that didn't strike her as so very shabby now she enjoyed herself very much that evening for she danced to her heart's content everyone was very kind and she had three compliments Annie made her sing and someone said she had a remarkably fine voice Major Lincoln asked who the fresh little girl with the beautiful eyes was and Mr. Moffatt insisted on dancing with her because she didn't dawdle but had some spring in her as he gracefully expressed it so all together she had a very nice time till she overheard a bit of conversation which disturbed her extremely she was sitting just inside the conservatory waiting for her partner to bring her an ice when she heard a voice ask on the other side of the flowery wall how old is he 16 or 17 I should say replied another voice it would be a grand thing for one of those girls wouldn't it Sally says they are very intimate now and the old man quite dotes on them Mrs. M has made her plans I daresay and will play her cards well early as it is the girl evidently doesn't think of it yet said Mrs. Moffatt she told that fib about her momma as if she did know and colored up when the flowers came quite prettily poor thing she'd be so nice if she was only got up in style do you think she'd be offended if we offered to lend her dress for Thursday asked another voice she's proud but I don't believe she'd mind for that daddy Tarleton is all she has got she may tear it tonight and that will be a good excuse for offering a decent one here makes partner appeared to find her looking much flushed and rather agitated she was proud and her pride was useful just then for helped her hide her mortification anger and disgust at what she had just heard for innocent and unsuspicious as she was she could not help understanding the gossip of her friends she tried to forget it but could not and kept repeating to herself Mrs. M has made her plans that fib about her momma and daddy Tarleton till she was ready to cry and rush home and tell her troubles and ask for advice as that was impossible she did her best to seem gay and being rather excited she succeeded so well that no one dreamed what an effort she was making she was very glad when it was all over and she was quiet in her bed where she could think and wonder and fume till her head ached and her hot cheeks were cooled by a few natural tears those foolish yet well meant words had opened a new world to make and much disturbed the peace of the old one in which till now she had lived as happily as a child her innocent friendship with Lori was spoiled by the silly speeches she had overheard her faith in her mother was a little shaken by the worldly plans attributed to her by Mrs. Moffat who judged others by herself and the sensible resolution to be contended with the simple wardrobe which suited a poor man's daughter was weakened by the unnecessary pity of girls who thought a shabby dress one of the greatest calamities under heaven poor Meg had a restless night and got up heavy-eyed unhappy half resentful toward her friends and half ashamed of herself for not speaking out frankly setting everything right everybody dawdled that morning and it was noon before the girls found energy enough even to take up their worsted work something in the manner of her friends struck Meg at once they treated her with more respect she thought took quite a tender interest in what she said and looked at her with eyes that plainly betrayed curiosity all this surprised and flattered her though she did not understand it till Miss Bell looked up from her writing and said with a sentimental air Daisy dear I sent an invitation to your friend Mr. Lawrence for Thursday we should like to know him and it's only a proper compliment to you Meg coloured but a mischievous fancy to tease the girls made a reply demurely you are very kind but I'm afraid he won't come why not sherry ass Miss Bell he's too old my child what do you mean what is his age I beg to know cried Miss Claire nearly seventy I believe answered Meg counting stitches to hide the merriment in her eyes you sly creature of course we met the young man exclaimed Miss Bell laughing there isn't any Lori is only a little boy and Meg laughed also at the queer look which the sisters exchanged as she thus described her supposed lover about your age Nan said near my sister Joe's I am seventeen in August return Meg tossing her head it's very nice of him to send you flowers isn't it said Annie looking wise about nothing yes he often does to all of us for their house is full and we are so fond of them my mother and old Mr. Lawrence our friends you know so it is quite natural that we children should play together and make hope they would say no more it's evident Daisy isn't out yet said Miss Claire to Bell with an odd quite a pastoral state of innocence all around return Miss Bell with a shrug I'm going out to get some little matters for my girls can I do anything for you young ladies Mrs. Moffitt lumbering in like an elephant in silk and lace no thank you ma'am replied Sally I've got my new pink silk for Thursday and don't want a thing nor I began Meg but stopped because it occurred to her that she did want several things and could not have them what shall you wear as Sally my old white one again if I can mend it fit to be seen it got sadly torn last night said Meg trying to speak quite easily but feeling very uncomfortable don't you send home for another said Sally who was not an observing young lady I haven't got any other it cost Meg an effort to say that but Sally did not see it and exclaimed an amiable surprise only that how funny she did not finish her speech for Bell shook her head at her and broke in saying kindly not at all where's the use of having a lot of dresses when she isn't out yet there's no need of sending home Daisy even if you had a dozen for I've got a sweet blue silk laid away which I've outgrown she'll wear it to please me won't you dear you are very kind but I don't mind my old dress if you don't it does well enough for a little girl like me said Meg now do let me please myself by dressing you up in style I admire to do it and you'd be a regular little beauty with a touch here and there I shan't let anyone see you till you are done and then we'll burst upon them like Cinderella and her godmother going to the ball said Bell in her persuasive tone Meg couldn't refuse the offer so kindly made her desire to see if she would be a little beauty after touching up cause her to accept and forget all her former uncomfortable feelings stored them off its on the Thursday evening Bell shut herself up with her maid and between them they turned Meg into a fine lady they crimped and curled her hair they polish her neck and arms with some fragrant powder touched her lips with Coraline Sol to make them redder and Hortens would have added a soup con of rouge if Megan not rebelled they laced her into a sky blue dress she could hardly breathe and so low in the neck that modest Meg blushed at herself in the mirror a set of silver filigree was added bracelets, necklace, brooch and even earrings for Hortens tied them on with a bit of pink silk which did not show a cluster of tea rose buds at the bosom and a rouge reconciled Meg to the display of her pretty white shoulders and a pair of high healed silk boots satisfy the last wish of her heart a lace handkerchief, a plumi fan and a bouquet and a shoulder holder finished her off and Miss Bell surveyed her with the satisfaction of a little girl with a newly dressed doll Mademoiselle is charmante treasurly is she not cried Hortens, clasping her hands in an affected rapture come and show yourself, said Miss Bell leading the way to the room where the others were waiting as Meg went wrestling after with her long skirts trailing her earrings tinkling, her curls waving and her heart beating the fun had really begun at last for the mirror had plainly told her that she was a little beauty her friends repeated the pleasing phrase enthusiastically and for several minutes she stood like a jacked on the fable enjoying her borrowed plumes while the rest chattered like a party of Meg pies while I dress, do you drill her naan in the management of her skirt and those French heels or she will trip herself up take your silver butterfly and catch up that long curl on the left side of her head Clara any of you disturbed the charming work of my hands said Bell as she hurried away looking well pleased with her success you don't look a bit like yourself but you are very nice I know we're beside you for Bell has heaps of taste and you're quite French I assure you let your flowers hang and don't be so careful of them and be sure you don't trip return Sally trying not to care that Meg was prettier than herself keeping that warning carefully in mind Margaret got safely down the stairs and sailed into the drawing rooms where the moffits and a few early guests were assembled she very soon discovered that there is a charm about fine clothes that attracts a certain class of people and secures their respect several young ladies who had taken no notice of her before were very affectionate all of a sudden several young gentlemen who had only stared at her at the other party now not only stared but asked to be introduced and said all manner of foolish but agreeable things to her and several old ladies who sat on the sofas and criticized the rest of the party inquired who she was with an air of interest she heard Mrs. Moffitt reply to one of them Daisy March father Colonel in the army one of our first families but reverse a fortune you know intimate friends of the Lawrence's sweet creature I assure you mind it is quite wild about her Dear me said the old lady putting up her glass for another observation of Meg who tried to look as if she had not heard and been rather shocked that Mrs. Moffitt spits the queer feeling did not pass away but she imagined herself acting the new part of a fine lady and so caught on pretty well though the tight dress gave her a side ache the train kept getting under her feet and she was in constant fear lest her earrings should fly off and get lost or broken she was flirting her fan and laughing at the feeble jokes of a young gentleman who tried to be witty when she suddenly stopped laughing and looked confused for just opposite she saw Lori he was staring at her with undisguised surprise and disapproval also she thought for though he bowed and smiled yet something in his honest eyes made her blush and wish she had her old dress on to complete her confusion she saw Belle nudge Annie and both glanced from her to Lori who she was happy to see looked unusually boyish and shy silly creatures to put such thoughts into my head I won't care for it or let it change me a bit thought Meg and rustled across the room to shake hands with her friends I'm glad you came I was afraid you wouldn't she said with her most grown up air Joe wanted me to come and tell her how you look so I did answered Lori without turning his eyes upon her though we have smiled at her maternal tone what shall you tell her asked Meg full of curiosity to know his opinion of her yet feeling ill at ease with him for the first time I shall say I didn't know you for you look so grown up and unlike yourself I'm quite afraid of you he said fumbling at his glove button I'm absurd of you I was dressed me up for fun and I rather like it went Joe stare if she saw me then Meg bent on making him say whether he thought her improved or not yes I think she would return Lori gravely don't you like me so asked Meg no I don't was a blunt reply why not in an anxious tone he glanced at her frizzled head bare shoulders and fantastically trimmed dress with an expression that abashed her more than his answer which had not a particle of his usual politeness in it I don't like fuss and feathers that was all together too much for lad younger than herself and Meg walked away saying petulantly you are the rudest boy I ever saw feeling very much ruffled she went and stood at a quiet window to cool her cheeks for the tight dress gave her an uncomfortably brilliant color as she stood there major Lincoln passed by in a minute after she heard him saying to his mother they're making a fool of that little girl I wanted you to see her but they have spoiled her entirely she's nothing but a doll tonight dear side make I wish I'd been sensible and worn my own things then I should not have disgusted other people or felt so uncomfortable and ashamed of myself she leaned her forehead on the cool pain and stood half hidden by the curtains never minding that our favorite waltz had begun till someone touched her and turning she saw Lori looking penitent as he said with his very best bow on his hand out please forgive my rudeness and come and dance with me I'm afraid it will be too disagreeable to use and make trying to look offended and failing entirely not a bit of it I'm dying to do it come I'll be good I don't like your gown but I do think you are just splendid and he waved his hands as if words failed to express his admiration Meg smiled and relented and whispered as they stood waiting to catch the time take care my skirt doesn't trip you up it's the plague of my life I was a goose to wear it pin it round your neck and then it will be useful said Lori looking down at the little blue boots which he evidently improved of away they went fleetly and gracefully for having practiced at home they were well matched and the Bly the young couple were a pleasant sight to see as they twirled merrily round and round feeling more friendly than ever after their small tiff Lori I want you to do me a favor will you said Meg as he stood fanning her when her breath gave out which it did very soon though she did not own why won't I said Lori with alacrity please don't tell them at home about my dress tonight they won't understand the joke and it will worry mother then why did you do it said Lori's eyes so plainly that may case Lee added I shall tell them myself all about it and fest a mother how silly I've been but I'd rather do it myself so you'll not tell will you I give you my word I won't only what shall I say when they ask me I looked pretty well and was having a good time I'll say the first with all my heart but how about the other you don't look as if you were having a good time are you and Lori looked at her with an expression which made her answer in a whisper no not just now don't think I'm horrid I only wanted a little fun but this sort doesn't pay I find and I'm getting tired of it here comes then Moffitt what does he wants and Lori knitting his black brows as if he did not regard as young host in the light addition to the party he put his name down for three dances and I suppose he's coming for them what a bore said Meg assuming a languid air which amused Lori immensely he did not speak to her again till supper time when he saw her drinking champagne with Ned and his friend Fisher who are behaving like a pair of fools as Lori said to himself for he felt a brotherly sort of right to watch over the marches and fight their battles whenever a defender was needed you'll have a splitting headache tomorrow if you drink much of that I wouldn't make your mother doesn't like it you know he whispered leaning over her chair as Ned turned to refill her glass and Fisher stooped to pick up her fan I'm not Meg tonight I'm a doll who does all sorts of crazy things tomorrow I shall put away my fuss and feathers and be desperately good again she answered with an affected little laugh wish tomorrow was here then mother Lori walking off ill-pleased at the change he saw in her Meg danced and flirted chattered and giggled as the other girls did after supper she undertook the German and blundered through it nearly upsetting her partner with her long skirt and romping in a way that scandalized Lori who looked on and meditated a lecture but he got no chance to deliver it for Meg kept away from him till he came to say good night remember she said trying to smile for the splitting headache had already begun silence a la morte replied Lori with a melodramatic flourish and went away this bit of biplay excited Annie's curiosity but Meg was too tired for gossip and went to bed feeling as if she had been to a masquerade and hadn't enjoyed herself as much as she expected she was sick all the next day and on Saturday went home quite used up with her fortnight's fun and feeling that she had sat in the lap of luxury long enough it does seem pleasant to be quiet and not have company manners on all the time home was a nice place though it isn't splendid said Meg looking about her with a restful expression as she sat with her mother and Joe on the Sunday evening I'm glad to hear you say so dear for I was afraid home would seem dull and poor to you after your fine quarters replied her mother who had given her many anxious looks that day for motherly eyes are quick to see any change in children's faces Meg had told her adventures gaily and said over and over what a charming time she had had but something still seemed to weigh upon her spirits and when the younger girls were gone to bed she sat thoughtfully staring at the fire saying little and looking worried as the clock struck nine and Joe proposed bed Meg suddenly left her chair and taking Beth's stool leaned her elbow on her mother's knee saying bravely Marmy I want to fess I thought so what is it dear shall I go away? asked Joe discreetly of course not don't I always tell you everything I was ashamed to speak of it before the younger children but I want you to know all the dreadful things I did at the moffits we are prepared said Mrs. March smiling but looking a little anxious I told you they dressed me up but I didn't tell you that they powdered and squeezed and frizzled and made me look like a fashion plate Laurie thought I wasn't proper I know he did though he didn't say so and one man called me a doll I knew it was silly but they flattered me and said I was a beauty and quantities of nonsense so I let them make a fool of me is that all? asked Joe as Mrs. March looked silently at the downcast face of her pretty daughter and could not find it in her heart to blame her little follies no I drank champagne and romped and tried to flirt and was all together abominable said Meg self-reproachfully there is something more I think and Mrs. March smoothed the soft cheek which suddenly grew rosy as Meg answered slowly yes it's very silly but I want to tell it because I hate to have people say and think such things about us and Laurie then she told the various bits of gossip she had heard at the moffits and as she spoke Joe saw her mother fold her lips tightly as if ill pleased that such ideas should be put into Meg's innocent mind well if that isn't the greatest rubbish I ever heard cried Joe indignantly why didn't you pop out and tell them so on the spot I couldn't it was so embarrassing for me I couldn't help hearing at first and then I was so angry and ashamed that there ought to go away just wait till I see Annie Moffitt and I'll show you how to settle such ridiculous stuff the idea of having plans and being kind to Laurie because he's rich and may marry us by and by won't he shout when I tell him what those silly things say about us poor children and Joe laughed as if on second thought the things struck her as a good joke if you tell Laurie I'll never forgive you she mustn't must she mother said Meg looking distressed no never repeat that foolish gossip get it as soon as you can then this is March gravely I was very unwise to let you go among people of whom I knew so little kind I dare say but worldly ill bread and full of these vulgar ideas about young people I am more sorry than I can express for the mischief this visit may have done you Meg don't be sorry I won't let it hurt me I'll forget all the bad and remember only the good for I did enjoy a great deal and thank you very much for letting me go I'll not be sentimental or dissatisfied mother I know I'm a silly little girl and I'll stay with you till I'm fit to take care of myself but it is nice to be praised and admired and I can't help saying I like it said Meg looking half ashamed of the confession that is perfectly natural and quite harmless if the liking does not become a passion and lead one to do foolish or unmaidly things learn to know and value the praise which is worth having and to excite the admiration of excellent people by being modest as well as pretty Meg Margaret sat thinking a moment while Joe stood with her hands behind her looking both interested and a little perplexed for it was a new thing to see Meg blushing and talking about admiration lovers and things of that sort and Joe felt as if during that fortnight her sister had grown up amazingly and was drifting away from her into a world where she could not follow mother do you have plans as Mrs Moffat said as Meg bashfully yes my dear I have a great many all mothers do but mine differ somewhat from Mrs Moffat's I suspect I will tell you some of them for the time has come when a word may set this romantic little head and heart of yours right are a very serious subject you are young Meg but not too young to understand me and mother's lips are the fittest to speak of such things to girls like you Joe your turn will come in time perhaps so listen to my plans and help me carry them out if they are good Joe went and sat on one arm of the chair looking as if she thought they were about to join in some very solemn affair holding a hand of each and watching the two young faces wistfully Mrs Mark said in her serious yet cheery way I want my daughters to be beautiful accomplished and good to be admired loved and respected to have a happy youth to be well and wisely married and to lead useful pleasant lives with as little care and sorrow to try them as God sees fit to send to be loved and chosen by a good man it's the best and sweetest thing which can happen to a woman and I sincerely hope my girls may know this beautiful experience it is natural to think that Meg right to hope and wait for it and wise to prepare for it so that when the happy time comes you may feel ready for the duties and worthy of the joy my dear girls I am ambitious for you but not to have you make a dash in the world marry rich men merely because they are rich or have splendid houses which are not homes because love is wanting money is a needful and precious thing and when well use a noble thing but I never want you to think it is the first or only prize to strive for I'd rather see you poor men's wives if you are happy beloved contented then queens on thrones without self respect and peace poor girls don't stand any chance bell says unless they put themselves forward side Meg then you'll be old maid said Joe Stoutly right Joe better be happy old maids and unhappy wives or unmaidenly girls running about to find husbands and Mrs. March decidedly don't be troubled Meg poverty seldom daunts a sincere lover some of the best and most honored woman I know were poor girls but so love worthy that they were not allowed to be old maids leave these things to time make this home happy so that you may be fit for homes of your own if they are offered you and contented here if they are not one thing remember my girls mother is always ready to be your confidant father to be your friend and both of us hope and trust that our daughters whether married or single will be the pride and comfort of our lives we will mar me we will cried both with all their hearts as she bade them good night end of chapter nine recording by charity childs