LITTLE WOMEN (With Original Illustrations). Луиза Мэй Олкотт

CHAPTER XLVII.— HARVEST TIME

      [The Illustrations, designed by Frank T. Merrill, drawn, engraved, and printed under the supervision of George T. Andrew.]

       Frontispiece: They all drew to the fire, mother in the big chair,with Beth at her feet

       Preface

       List of illustrations

       Tail-piece to Illustrations

       Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents

       Beth put a pair of slippers down to warm

       I used to be so frightened when it was my turn to sit in the big chair

       Do it this way, clasp your hands so

       It was a cheerful, hopeful letter

       How you used to play Pilgrim's Progress

       No one but Beth could get much music out of the old piano

       At nine they stopped work and sung as usual

       Merry Christmas

       The procession set out

       Out came Meg with gray horse-hair hanging about her face

       A little figure in cloudy white

       The lovers kneeling to receive Don Pedro's blessing

       We talked over the fence

       Tail-piece

       Eating apples and crying over the "Heir of Redclyffe"

       Jo undertook to pinch the papered locks

       Mrs. Gardiner greeted them

       Face to face with the Laurence boy

       They sat down on the stairs

       Tell about the party

       The kitten stuck like a burr just out of reach

       Curling herself up in the big chair

       Reading that everlasting Belsham

       He took her by the ear! by the ear!

       Mr. Laurence hooked up a big fish

       Tail-piece

       Being neighborly

       Laurie opened the window

       Poll tweaked off his wig

       Putting his finger under her chin

       Please give these to your mother

       Tail-piece

       O sir, they do care very much

       Mr. Laurence often opened his study door

       She put both arms around his neck and kissed him

       The Cyclops

       Amy bore without flinching several tingling blows

       You do know her

       Girls, where are you going?

       I burnt it up

       Held Amy up by his arms and hockey

       Packing the go abroady trunk

       Meg's partner appeared

       Asked to be introduced

       I wouldn't, Meg

       Holding a hand of each, Mrs. March said, &c.

       Mr. Pickwick