Array The griffin classics - The Complete Little Women - Little Women, Good Wives, Little Men, Jo's Boys

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Little Women Table of Contents

Good Wives Good Wives Part 2 Chapter 1 Gossip Chapter 2 The First Wedding Chapter 3 Artistic Attempts Chapter 4 Literary Lessons Chapter 5 Domestic Experiences Chapter 6 Calls Chapter 7 Consequences Chapter 8 Our Foreign Correspondent Chapter 9 Tender Troubles Chapter 10 Jo’s Journal Chapter 11 A Friend Chapter 12 Heartache Chapter 13 Beth’s Secret Chapter 14 New Impressions Chapter 15 On the Shelf Chapter 16 Lazy Laurence Chapter 17 The Valley of the Shadow Chapter 18 Learning to Forget Chapter 19 All Alone Chapter 20 Surprises Chapter 21 My Lord and Lady Chapter 22 Daisy and Demi Chapter 23 Under the Umbrella Chapter 24 Harvest Time

Little Men: Life At Plumfield With Jo's Boys

Jo's Boys, and How They Turned Out: A Sequel to "Little Men"

Published:1868

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Little Women Little Women Louisa May Alcott Published: 1868

Louisa May Alcott

Part 1 Part 1

Chapter 1 Playing Pilgrims

Chapter 2 A Merry Christmas

Chapter 3 The Laurence Boy

Chapter 4 Burdens

Chapter 5 Being Neighborly

Chapter 6 Beth Finds the Palace Beautiful

Chapter 7 Amy’s Valley of Humiliation

Chapter 8 Jo Meets Apollyon

Chapter 9 Meg Goes to Vanity Fair

Chapter 10 The P.C. and P.O.

Chapter 11 Experiments

Chapter 12 Camp Laurence

Chapter 13 Castles in the Air

Chapter 14 Secrets

Chapter 15 A Telegram

Chapter 16 Letters

Chapter 17 Little Faithful

Chapter 18 Dark Days

Chapter 19 Amy’s Will

Chapter 20 Confidential

Chapter 21 Laurie Makes Mischief, and Jo Makes Peace

Chapter 22 Pleasant Meadows

Chapter 23 Aunt March Settles the Question

Part 2

Chapter 1 Gossip

Chapter 2 The First Wedding

Chapter 3 Artistic Attempts

Chapter 4 Literary Lessons

Chapter 5 Domestic Experiences

Chapter 6 Calls

Chapter 7 Consequences

Chapter 8 Our Foreign Correspondent

Chapter 9 Tender Troubles

Chapter 10 Jo’s Journal

Chapter 11 A Friend

Chapter 12 Heartache

Chapter 13 Beth’s Secret

Chapter 14 New Impressions

Chapter 15 On the Shelf

Chapter 16 Lazy Laurence

Chapter 17 The Valley of the Shadow

Chapter 18 Learning to Forget

Chapter 19 All Alone

Chapter 20 Surprises

Chapter 21 My Lord and Lady

Chapter 22 Daisy and Demi

Chapter 23 Under the Umbrella

Chapter 24 Harvest Time

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

"It's so dreadful to be poor!" sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.

"I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all," added little Amy, with an injured sniff.

"We've got Father and Mother, and each other," said Beth contentedly from her corner.

The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened again as Jo said sadly, "We haven't got Father, and shall not have him for a long time." She didn't say "perhaps never," but each silently added it, thinking of Father far away, where the fighting was.

Nobody spoke for a minute; then Meg said in an altered tone, "You know the reason Mother proposed not having any presents this Christmas was because it is going to be a hard winter for everyone; and she thinks we ought not to spend money for pleasure, when our men are suffering so in the army. We can't do much, but we can make our little sacrifices, and ought to do it gladly. But I am afraid I don't," and Meg shook her head, as she thought regretfully of all the pretty things she wanted.

"But I don't think the little we should spend would do any good. We've each got a dollar, and the army wouldn't be much helped by our giving that. I agree not to expect anything from Mother or you, but I do want to buy Undine and Sintran for myself. I've wanted it so long," said Jo, who was a bookworm.

"I planned to spend mine in new music," said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle-holder.

"I shall get a nice box of Faber's drawing pencils; I really need them," said Amy decidedly.

"Mother didn't say anything about our money, and she won't wish us to give up everything. Let's each buy what we want, and have a little fun; I'm sure we work hard enough to earn it," cried Jo, examining the heels of her shoes in a gentlemanly manner.

"I know I do—teaching those tiresome children nearly all day, when I'm longing to enjoy myself at home," began Meg, in the complaining tone again.

"You don't have half such a hard time as I do," said Jo. "How would you like to be shut up for hours with a nervous, fussy old lady, who keeps you trotting, is never satisfied, and worries you till you're ready to fly out the window or cry?"

"It's naughty to fret, but I do think washing dishes and keeping things tidy is the worst work in the world. It makes me cross, and my hands get so stiff, I can't practice well at all." And Beth looked at her rough hands with a sigh that any one could hear that time.

"I don't believe any of you suffer as I do," cried Amy, "for you don't have to go to school with impertinent girls, who plague you if you don't know your lessons, and laugh at your dresses, and label your father if he isn't rich, and insult you when your nose isn't nice."

"If you mean libel, I'd say so, and not talk about labels, as if Papa was a pickle bottle," advised Jo, laughing.

"I know what I mean, and you needn't be statirical about it. It's proper to use good words, and improve your vocabilary," returned Amy, with dignity.

"Don't peck at one another, children. Don't you wish we had the money Papa lost when we were little, Jo? Dear me! How happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!" said Meg, who could remember better times.

"You said the other day you thought we were a deal happier than the King children, for they were fighting and fretting all the time, in spite of their money."

"So I did, Beth. Well, I think we are. For though we do have to work, we make fun of ourselves, and are a pretty jolly set, as Jo would say."

"Jo does use such slang words!" observed Amy, with a reproving look at the long figure stretched on the rug.

Jo immediately sat up, put her hands in her pockets, and began to whistle.

"Don't, Jo. It's so boyish!"

"That's why I do it."

"I detest rude, unladylike girls!"

"I hate affected, niminy-piminy chits!"

"Birds in their little nests agree," sang Beth, the peacemaker, with such a funny face that both sharp voices softened to a laugh, and the "pecking" ended for that time.

"Really, girls, you are both to be blamed," said Meg, beginning to lecture in her elder-sisterly fashion. "You are old enough to leave off boyish tricks, and to behave better, Josephine. It didn't matter so much when you were a little girl, but now you are so tall, and turn up your hair, you should remember that you are a young lady."

"I'm not! And if turning up my hair makes me one, I'll wear it in two tails till I'm twenty," cried Jo, pulling off her net, and shaking down a chestnut mane. "I hate to think I've got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a China Aster! It's bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when I like boy's games and work and manners! I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy. And it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa. And I can only stay home and knit, like a poky old woman!"