THE COLLECTED WORKS OF LOUISA MAY ALCOTT (Illustrated Edition). Louisa May Alcott

did not mind hard knocks.

      "We ain't playing now, and our side beat without you."

      "I can beat you in running, any way," returned Nan, falling back on her strong point.

      "Can she?" asked Nat of Jack.

      "She runs very well for a girl," answered Jack, who looked down upon Nan with condescending approval.

      "Will you try?" said Nan, longing to display her powers.

      "It's too hot," and Tommy languished against the wall as if quite exhausted.

      "What's the matter with Stuffy?" asked Nan, whose quick eyes were roving from face to face.

      "Ball hurt his hand; he howls at every thing," answered Jack scornfully.

      "I don't, I never cry, no matter how I'm hurt; it's babyish," said Nan, loftily.

      "Pooh! I could make you cry in two minutes," returned Stuffy, rousing up.

      "See if you can."

      "Go and pick that bunch of nettles, then," and Stuffy pointed to a sturdy specimen of that prickly plant growing by the wall.

      Nan instantly "grasped the nettle," pulled it up, and held it with a defiant gesture, in spite of the almost unbearable sting.

      "Good for you," cried the boys, quick to acknowledge courage even in one of the weaker sex.

      More nettled than she was, Stuffy determined to get a cry out of her somehow, and he said tauntingly, "You are used to poking your hands into every thing, so that isn't fair. Now go and bump your head real hard against the barn, and see if you don't howl then."

      "Don't do it," said Nat, who hated cruelty.

      But Nan was off, and running straight at the barn, she gave her head a blow that knocked her flat, and sounded like a battering-ram. Dizzy, but undaunted, she staggered up, saying stoutly, though her face was drawn with pain,

      "That hurt, but I don't cry."

      "Do it again," said Stuffy angrily; and Nan would have done it, but Nat held her; and Tommy, forgetting the heat, flew at Stuffy like a little game-cock, roaring out,

      "Stop it, or I'll throw you over the barn!" and so shook and hustled poor Stuffy that for a minute he did not know whether he was on his head or his heels.

      "She told me to," was all he could say, when Tommy let him alone.

      "Never mind if she did; it is awfully mean to hurt a little girl," said Demi, reproachfully.

      "Ho! I don't mind; I ain't a little girl, I'm older than you and Daisy; so now," cried Nan, ungratefully.

      "Don't preach, Deacon, you bully Posy every day of your life," called out the Commodore, who just then hove in sight.

      "I don't hurt her; do I, Daisy?" and Demi turned to his sister, who was "pooring" Nan's tingling hands, and recommending water for the purple lump rapidly developing itself on her forehead.

      "You are the best boy in the world," promptly answered Daisy; adding, as truth compelled her to do, "You hurt me sometimes, but you don't mean to."

      "Put away the bats and things, and mind what you are about, my hearties. No fighting allowed aboard this ship," said Emil, who rather lorded it over the others.

      "How do you do, Madge Wildfire?" said Mr. Bhaer, as Nan came in with the rest to supper. "Give the right hand, little daughter, and mind thy manners," he added, as Nan offered him her left.

      "The other hurts me."

      "The poor little hand! what has it been doing to get those blisters?" he asked, drawing it from behind her back, where she had put it with a look which made him think she had been in mischief.

      Before Nan could think of any excuse, Daisy burst out with the whole story, during which Stuffy tried to hide his face in a bowl of bread and milk. When the tale was finished, Mr. Bhaer looked down the long table towards his wife, and said with a laugh in his eyes,

      "This rather belongs to your side of the house, so I won't meddle with it, my dear."

      Mrs. Jo knew what he meant, but she liked her little black sheep all the better for her pluck, though she only said in her soberest way,

      "Do you know why I asked Nan to come here?"

      "To plague me," muttered Stuffy, with his mouth full.

      "To help make little gentlemen of you, and I think you have shown that some of you need it."

      Here Stuffy retired into his bowl again, and did not emerge till Demi made them all laugh by saying, in his slow wondering way,

      "How can she, when she's such a tomboy?"

      "That's just it, she needs help as much as you, and I expect you set her an example of good manners."

      "Is she going to be a little gentleman too?" asked Rob.

      "She'd like it; wouldn't you, Nan?" added Tommy.

      "No, I shouldn't; I hate boys!" said Nan fiercely, for her hand still smarted, and she began to think that she might have shown her courage in some wiser way.

      "I am sorry you hate my boys, because they can be well-mannered, and most agreeable when they choose. Kindness in looks and words and ways is true politeness, and any one can have it if they only try to treat other people as they like to be treated themselves."

      Mrs. Bhaer had addressed herself to Nan, but the boys nudged one another, and appeared to take the hint, for that time at least, and passed the butter; said "please," and "thank you," "yes, sir," and "no, ma'am," with unusual elegance and respect. Nan said nothing, but kept herself quiet and refrained from tickling Demi, though strongly tempted to do so, because of the dignified airs he put on. She also appeared to have forgotten her hatred of boys, and played "I spy" with them till dark. Stuffy was observed to offer her frequent sucks on his candy-ball during the game, which evidently sweetened her temper, for the last thing she said on going to bed was,

      "When my battledore and shuttle-cock comes, I'll let you all play with 'em."

      Her first remark in the morning was "Has my box come?" and when told that it would arrive sometime during the day, she fretted and fumed, and whipped her doll, till Daisy was shocked. She managed to exist, however, till five o'clock, when she disappeared, and was not missed till supper-time, because those at home thought she had gone to the hill with Tommy and Demi.

      "I saw her going down the avenue alone as hard as she could pelt," said Mary Ann, coming in with the hasty-pudding, and finding every one asking, "Where is Nan?"

      "She has run home, little gypsy!" cried Mrs. Bhaer, looking anxious.

      "Perhaps she has gone to the station to look after her luggage," suggested Franz.

      'That is impossible, she does not know the way, and if she found it, she could never carry the box a mile," said Mrs. Bhaer, beginning to think that her new idea might be rather a hard one to carry out.

      "It would be like her," and Mr. Bhaer caught up his hat to go and find the child, when a shout from Jack, who was at the window, made everyone hurry to the door.

      There was Miss Nan, to be sure, tugging along a very large band-box tied up in linen bag. Very hot and dusty and tired did she look, but marched stoutly along, and came puffing up to the steps, where she dropped her load with a sigh of relief, and sat down upon it, observed as she crossed her tired arms,

      "I couldn't wait any longer, so I went and got it."

      "But you did not know the way," said Tommy, while the rest stood round enjoying the joke.

      "Oh, I found it, I never get lost."

      "It's a mile, how could you go so far?"

      "Well, it was pretty far, but I rested a good deal."

      "Wasn't that thing very heavy?"

      "It's so round, I couldn't get hold of it good, and I thought