Little Women eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 698 pages of information about Little Women.

“You haf a fine day to make your walk.  Bon voyage, Mademoiselle.”

I laughed all the way downstairs, but it was a little pathetic, also to think of the poor man having to mend his own clothes.  The German gentlemen embroider, I know, but darning hose is another thing and not so pretty.


Nothing has happened to write about, except a call on Miss Norton, who has a room full of pretty things, and who was very charming, for she showed me all her treasures, and asked me if I would sometimes go with her to lectures and concerts, as her escort, if I enjoyed them.  She put it as a favor, but I’m sure Mrs. Kirke has told her about us, and she does it out of kindness to me.  I’m as proud as Lucifer, but such favors from such people don’t burden me, and I accepted gratefully.

When I got back to the nursery there was such an uproar in the parlor that I looked in, and there was Mr. Bhaer down on his hands and knees, with Tina on his back, Kitty leading him with a jump rope, and Minnie feeding two small boys with seedcakes, as they roared and ramped in cages built of chairs.

“We are playing nargerie,” explained Kitty.

“Dis is mine effalunt!” added Tina, holding on by the
Professor’s hair.

“Mamma always allows us to do what we like Saturday afternoon, when Franz and Emil come, doesn’t she, Mr. Bhaer?” said Minnie.

The ‘effalunt’ sat up, looking as much in earnest as any of them, and said soberly to me, “I gif you my wort it is so, if we make too large a noise you shall say Hush! to us, and we go more softly.”

I promised to do so, but left the door open and enjoyed the fun as much as they did, for a more glorious frolic I never witnessed.  They played tag and soldiers, danced and sang, and when it began to grow dark they all piled onto the sofa about the Professor, while he told charming fairy stories of the storks on the chimney tops, and the little ‘koblods’, who ride the snowflakes as they fall.  I wish Americans were as simple and natural as Germans, don’t you?

I’m so fond of writing, I should go spinning on forever if motives of economy didn’t stop me, for though I’ve used thin paper and written fine, I tremble to think of the stamps this long letter will need.  Pray forward Amy’s as soon as you can spare them.  My small news will sound very flat after her splendors, but you will like them, I know.  Is Teddy studying so hard that he can’t find time to write to his friends?  Take good care of him for me, Beth, and tell me all about the babies, and give heaps of love to everyone.  From your faithful Jo.

P.S.  On reading over my letter, it strikes me as rather Bhaery, but I am always interested in odd people, and I really had nothing else to write about.  Bless you!


My Precious Betsey,

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