Little Women (A Stepping Stone Book(TM))
Language: English
Pages: 112
ISBN: 0679980342
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The four March sisters--Meg, Amy, Beth, and feisty Jo--share the joys and sorrows of growing up while their father is away at war. The family is poor in worldly goods, but rich in love and character.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
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so many tricks yourself, Jo. I want to make sure you didn’t have anything to do with this one.” “On my word, Mother, I didn’t,” said Jo. “I’ve never seen the note before!” Marmee saw that Jo was telling the truth. “If this was my trick, I would have done it better,” added Jo. “Besides, Mr. Brooke wouldn’t write stuff like this.” “But it looks like his writing,” said Meg. She was comparing the note with another one in her hand. “Oh, Meg, you didn’t answer him, did you?” asked Mrs. March.
Laurie. “I promise. You will forgive me, won’t you?” “It was an unkind thing to do,” said Meg. “I didn’t think you could be so sly.” But then Meg forgave him, Only Jo wouldn’t look at him. She didn’t say a word, so Laurie left. As soon as he was gone, Jo wished she had said something. She ran next-door. Laurie was locked in his room. “Grandfather shook me,” said Laurie. “Because I wouldn’t tell him why your mother wanted me. I would have told him my part in it. But I couldn’t without giving
way you take my advice, miss? You’ll be sorry for it. Living on love won’t take you far. Don’t spoil your whole life by making a mistake at the beginning.” “Father and Mother don’t think it’s a mistake,” said Meg. “They like John. And so do I.” “Well, I wash my hands of the whole affair,” said Aunt March. “Don’t expect anything from me when you get married!” Aunt March slammed the door in Meg’s face and stormed off. She didn’t have the heart to visit Mr. March anymore. Meg didn’t know whether
drawing pencils,” said Amy. She was always drawing. Meg didn’t say a word. She wanted so many pretty things that she didn’t know where to begin. Beth put Marmee’s slippers in front of the fire to warm them. The girls’ mother would soon be home. This thought cheered them up. “Marmee needs a new pair,” said Beth. She looked at her mother’s worn slippers. “I’m the man of the family now that Papa’s gone,” said Jo. She was the second-oldest and a tomboy. “It’s my job to take care of Marmee. I’ll
thought pleased her, since she knew Mr. Brooke was poor. The next two weeks Jo acted strangely. She rushed to the door when the postman rang. She was rude to Mr. Brooke whenever they met. She would stare at Meg sadly. Then she would jump up, run over, and kiss her. One morning Jo came in with the newspaper. She threw herself on the sofa and pretended to read. “Anything interesting?” asked Meg. “Nothing but a story,” said Jo. “It doesn’t amount to much, I guess.” “Read it to us!” begged Amy.