Louisa May Alcott: 16 Novels in One Volume (Illustrated Edition). Луиза Мэй Олкотт

in your heart for it, Marmee dear," added Meg's tender voice.

      Touched to the heart, Mrs. March could only stretch out her arms, as if to gather children and grandchildren to herself, and say, with face and voice full of motherly love, gratitude, and humility,—

      "O, my girls, however long you may live, I never can wish you a greater happiness than this!"

Little Men

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       CHAPTER I—NAT

       CHAPTER II—THE BOYS

       CHAPTER III—SUNDAY

       CHAPTER IV—STEPPING-STONES

       CHAPTER V—PATTYPANS

       CHAPTER VI—A FIRE BRAND

       CHAPTER VII—NAUGHTY NAN

       CHAPTER VIII—PRANKS AND PLAYS

       CHAPTER IX—DAISY'S BALL

       CHAPTER X—HOME AGAIN

       CHAPTER XI—UNCLE TEDDY

       CHAPTER XII—HUCKLEBERRIES

       CHAPTER XIII—GOLDILOCKS

       CHAPTER XIV—DAMON AND PYTHIAS

       CHAPTER XV—IN THE WILLOW

       CHAPTER XVI—TAMING THE COLT

       CHAPTER XVII—COMPOSITION DAY

       CHAPTER XVIII—CROPS

       CHAPTER XIX—JOHN BROOKE

       CHAPTER XX—ROUND THE FIRE

       CHAPTER XXI—THANKSGIVING

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      DEDICATION

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      TO FREDDY AND JOHNNY, THE LITTLE MEN TO WHOM SHE OWES SOME OF THE BEST AND HAPPIEST HOURS OF HER LIFE, THIS BOOK IS GRATEFULLY DEDICATED BY THEIR LOVING "AUNT WEEDY"

CHAPTER I

       NAT

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      "Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him.

      "Yes. Who sent you?"

      "Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady."

      "All right; go up to the house, and give it to her; she'll see to you, little chap."

      The man spoke pleasantly, and the boy went on, feeling much cheered by the words. Through the soft spring rain that fell on sprouting grass and budding trees, Nat saw a large square house before him a hospitable-looking house, with an old-fashioned porch, wide steps, and lights shining in many windows. Neither curtains nor shutters hid the cheerful glimmer; and, pausing a moment before he rang, Nat saw many little shadows dancing on the walls, heard the pleasant hum of young voices, and felt that it was hardly possible that the light and warmth and comfort within could be for a homeless "little chap" like him.

      "I hope the lady will see to me," he thought, and gave a timid rap with the great bronze knocker, which was a jovial griffin's head.

      A rosy-faced servant-maid opened the door, and smiled as she took the letter which he silently offered. She seemed used to receiving strange boys, for she pointed to a seat in the hall, and said, with a nod:

      "Sit there and drip on the mat a bit, while I take this in to missis."

      Nat found plenty to amuse him while he waited, and stared about him curiously, enjoying the view, yet glad to do so unobserved in the dusky recess by the door.

      The house seemed swarming with boys, who were beguiling the rainy twilight with all sorts of amusements. There were boys everywhere, "up-stairs and down-stairs and in the lady's chamber," apparently, for various open doors showed pleasant groups of big boys, little boys, and middle-sized boys in all stages of evening relaxation, not to say effervescence. Two large rooms on the right were evidently schoolrooms, for desks, maps, blackboards, and books were scattered about. An open fire burned on the hearth, and several indolent lads lay on their backs before it, discussing a new cricket-ground, with such animation that their boots waved in the air. A tall youth was practising on the flute in one corner, quite undisturbed by the racket all about him. Two or three others were jumping over the desks, pausing, now and then, to get their breath and laugh at the droll sketches of a little wag who was caricaturing