Louisa Alcott: LITTLE WOMEN (With Original Illustrations)

November is the most disagreeable month in the year

One of them horrid telegraph things

She came suddenly upon Mr. Brooke

The man clipped

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Letters

She rolled away

I wind the clock

Yours Respectful, Hannah Mullet

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It didn't stir, and I knew it was dead

He sat down beside her

What do you want now?

Beth did have the fever

Gently stroking her head as her mother used to do

Amy's Will

Polish up the spoons and the fat silver teapot

On his back, with all his legs in the air

I should choose this

Gravely promenaded to and fro

Amy's Will

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Mrs. March would not leave Beth's side

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Letters

Jo and her mother were reading the note

Get up and don't be a goose

"Hold your tongue!" cried Jo, covering her ears

He stood at the foot, like a lion in the path

Beth was soon able to lie on the study sofa all day

The Jungfrau

Popping in her head now and then

He sat in the big chair by Beth's sofa

Shall I tell you how?

Bless me, what's all this?

For Mrs. John Brooke

Home of the Little Women

A small watchman's rattle

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The First Wedding

Artistic Attempts

Her foot held fast in a panful of plaster

Please don't, it's mine

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Literary Lessons

A check for one hundred dollars

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Domestic Experiences

Both felt desperately uncomfortable

A bargain, I assure you, ma'am

Laurie heroically shut his eyes while something was put into his arms

Calls

She took the saddle to the horse

It might have been worse

The call at Aunt March's

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You shall have another table

Bought up the bouquets

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Flo and I ordered a hansom-cab

Every one was very kind, especially the officers

I've seen the imperial family several times

Trying to sketch the gray-stone lion's head on the wall

She leaned her head upon her hands

Now, this is filling at the price

Up with the Bonnets of Bonnie Dundee

I amused myself by dropping gingerbread nuts over the seat

Thou shalt haf thy Bhaer

He waved his hand, sock and all

Dis is mine effalunt

I sat down upon the floor and read and looked and ate

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In the presence of three gentlemen

A select symposium

He doesn't prink at his glass before coming

Jo stuffed the whole bundle into the stove

He put the sisters into the carriage

He laid his head down on the mossy post

O Jo, can't you?

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With her head in Jo's lap, while the wind blew healthfully over her

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He hurried forward to meet her

Here are your flowers

Demi and Daisy

Mornin' now

My dear man, it's a bonnet

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Sat piping on a stone while his goats skipped

Laurie threw himself down on the turf

A rough sketch of Laurie taming a horse

The Valley of the Shadow

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Sat staring up at the busts

Turning the ring thoughtfully upon his finger

O Laurie, Laurie, I knew you'd come

How well we pull together

Jo and her father

Jo laid her head on a comfortable rag-bag and cried

A substantial lifelike ghost leaning over her

The tall uncle proceeded to toss and tousle the small nephew

Mr. Bhaer sang heartily

Mrs. Laurence sitting in her mother's lap

They began to pace up and down

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Me loves evvybody

What makes my legs go, dranpa?

Dranpa, it's a We

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Mr. Bhaer and Jo were enjoying promenades

Looking up she saw Mr. Bhaer

Does this suit you, Mr. Bhaer?

Under the umbrella

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Harvest time

Teddy bore a charmed life

Leaving Mrs. March and her daughters under the festival tree

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"Go then, my little Book, and show to all

That entertain and bid thee welcome shall,

What thou dost keep close shut up in thy breast;

And wish what thou dost show them may be blest

To them for good, may make them choose to be

Pilgrims better, by far, than thee or me.

Tell them of Mercy; she is one

Who early hath her pilgrimage begun.

Yea, let young damsels learn of her to prize

The world which is to come, and so be wise;

For little tripping maids may follow God

Along the ways which saintly feet have trod."

Adapted from John Bunyan.

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Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.