Little Women. Луиза Мэй Олкотт

at convention, but eventually capitulate once they realize that they are affecting no one but themselves. It’s likely in the modern world that Josephine would be described as ‘high maintenance’ for her initial efforts at resisting expectations, but instead of becoming the neurotic spinster she finds a way to contain herself by using her teaching as a vehicle to express her views. Her husband, who runs the school with her, is able to tolerate her idiosyncrasies because he is an intellectual and finds her intelligence attractive.

      Little Women is a complex web of relationships and in this regard it reads rather like an early soap opera, which would go some way to explaining the mass appeal and popularity of Alcott’s books.

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

History of Collins

Life & Times

PREFACE

CHAPTER 1 Playing Pilgrims

CHAPTER 2 A Merry Christmas

CHAPTER 3 The Laurence Boy

CHAPTER 4 Burdens

CHAPTER 5 Being Neighbourly

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

       CLASSIC LITERATURE: WORDS AND PHRASES

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       PREFACE

       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

       CHAPTER 1 Playing Pilgrims

      ‘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, and 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 Sintram for myself; I’ve wanted it so long,’ said Jo, who was a bookworm.

      ‘I planned to spend mine on new music,’ said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearthbrush 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 am longing to enjoy myself at home,’ began Meg, in the complaining tone again.

      ‘You