The Abbot's Ghost, Or Maurice Treherne's Temptation
Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag
Behind A Mask, Or A Woman's Power
A Garland for Girls
Jack and Jill
Kitty's Class Day And Other Stories
Marjorie's Three Gifts
A Modern Cinderella
The Mysterious Key And What It Opened
An Old-fashioned Girl
On Picket Duty and Other Tales
Pauline's Passion and Punishment
Rose in Bloom
Under the Lilacs
Work: A Story of Experience
Literary-minded tomboy, Jo develops a fast friendship with the boy next door, and pretty Meg, the eldest, finds romance; frail and affectionate Beth, fills the house with music, and little Amy, the youngest, seeks beauty with all the longing of an artist's soul. Although poor in material wealth, the family possesses an abundance of love, friendship, and imaginative gifts that captivate readers time and again.
This inexpensive, complete and unabridged edition of this beloved novel is sure to delight a generation of new readers, as well as those reacquainting themselves with its warmth and charm.
This Novel was originally published in two volumes in 1868 and 1869. Alcott wrote the books rapidly over several months at the request of her publisher. 'Little Women' was an immediate commercial and critical success, and readers demanded to know more about the characters. Alcott quickly completed a second volume, entitled Good Wives. It was also successful. The two volumes were issued in 1880 in a single work entitled 'Little Women'.
HOW IT BEGAN.
A DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE.
WHAT PORTIA DID.
WHAT POLLY DID.
WHAT PRIS DID.
HOW IT ENDED.
TRANSCENDENTAL WILD OATS.
A CHAPTER FROM AN UNWRITTEN ROMANCE.
THE ROMANCE OF A SUMMER DAY.
MY ROCOCO WATCH.
BY THE RIVER.
A LEGEND OF THE ASSABET.
HOW THEY WALKED INTO LENNOX'S LIFE
WHERE THEY LED HIM.
WHAT BECAME OF THEM.
INDEPENDENCE: A CENTENNIAL LOVE STORY.
A CINDER AND A SPARK.
THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE.
PEACE IS DECLARED.
Recognized as one of the best-loved classic children's stories of all time, Little Women by Louisa May Alcott is an utterly beguiling novel which tells the story of the courageous and ingenious March sisters; Jo, the independent tomboy; Beth, who is delicate and loving; pretty and kind Meg; and beautiful, precocious Amy, the baby of the family.
Their devoted mother Marmee, recently impoverished, must care for them alone whilst their father is away serving as a chaplain in the Civil War.
This Macmillan Collector's Library edition includes the sequel, Good Wives, which picks up the girls' stories three years on, and features an afterword by publisher Anna South.
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CHRISTIE."AUNT BETSEY, there's going to be a new Declaration of Independence."
"Bless and save us, what do you mean, child?" And the startled old lady precipitated a pie into the oven with destructive haste.
"I mean that, being of age, I'm going to take care of myself, and not be a burden any longer. Uncle wishes me out of the way; thinks I ought to go, and, sooner or later, will tell me so. I don't intend to wait for that, but, like the people in fairy tales, travel away into the world and seek my fortune. I know I can find it."
Christie emphasized her speech by energetic demonstrations in the bread-trough, kneading the dough as if it was her destiny, and she was shaping it to suit herself; while Aunt Betsey stood listening, with uplifted pie-fork, and as much astonishment as her placid face was capable of expressing. As the girl paused, with a decided thump, the old lady exclaimed:
"What crazy idee you got into your head now?"
"A very sane and sensible one that's got to be worked out, so please listen to it, ma'am. I've had it a good while, I've thought it over thoroughly, and I'm sure it's the right thing for me to do. I'm old enough to take care of myself; and if I'd been a boy, I should have been told to do it long ago. I hate to be dependent; and now there's no need of it, I can't bear it any longer. If you were poor, I wouldn't leave you; for I never forget how kind you have been to me. But Uncle doesn't love or understand me; I am a burden to him, and I must go where I can take care of myself. I can't be happy till I do, for there's nothing here for me. I'm sick of this dull town, where the one idea is eat, drink, and get rich; I don't find any friends to help me as I want to be helped, or any work that I can do well; so let me go, Aunty, and find my place, wherever it is."
Once upon a time there raged in a certain city one of those fashionable epidemics which occasionally attack our youthful population. It wasn't the music mania, nor gymnastic convulsions, nor that wide-spread malady, croquet. Neither was it one of the new dances which, like a tarantula-bite, set every one a twirling, nor stage madness, nor yet that American lecturing influenza which yearly sweeps over the land. No, it was a new disease called the Art fever, and it attacked the young women of the community with great violence.
Nothing but time could cure it, and it ran its course to the dismay, amusement, or edification of the beholders, for its victims did all manner of queer things in their delirium. They begged potteries for clay, drove Italian plaster-corkers out of their wits with unexecutable orders got neuralgia and rheumatism sketching perched on fences and trees like artistic hens, and caused a rise in the price of bread, paper, and charcoal, by their ardor in crayoning. They covered canvas with the expedition of scene-painters, had classes, lectures, receptions, and exhibitions, made models of each other, and rendered their walls hideous with bad likenesses of all their friends. Their conversation ceased to be intelligible to the uninitiated, and they prattled prettily of "chiaro oscuro, French sauce, refraction of the angle of the eye, seventh spinus process, depth and juiciness of color, tender touch, and a good tone." Even in dress the artistic disorder was visible; some cast aside crinoline altogether, and stalked about with a severe simplicity of outline worthy of Flaxman. Others flushed themselves with scarlet, that no landscape which they adorned should be without some touch of Turner's favorite tint.
Chapter 1 COMING HOME
Chapter 2 OLD FRIENDS WITH NEW FACES
Chapter 3 MISS CAMPBELL
Chapter 4 THORNS AMONG THE ROSES
Chapter 5 PRINCE CHARMING
Chapter 6 POLISHING MAC
Chapter 7 PHEBE
Chapter 8 BREAKERS AHEAD
Chapter 9 NEW YEAR'S CALLS
Chapter 10 THE SAD AND SOBER PART
Chapter 11 SMALL TEMPTATIONS
Chapter 12 AT KITTY'S BALL
Chapter 13 BOTH SIDES
Chapter 14 AUNT CLARA'S PLAN
Chapter 15 ALAS FOR CHARLIE!
Chapter 16 GOOD WORKS
Chapter 17 AMONG THE HAYCOCKS
Chapter 18 WHICH WAS IT?
Chapter 19 BEHIND THE FOUNTAIN
Chapter 20 WHAT MAC DID
Chapter 21 HOW PHEBE EARNED HER WELCOME
Chapter 22 SHORT AND SWEET
There is a sort of fate about writing books of travel which it is impossible to escape. It is vain to declare that no inducement will bribe one to do it, that there is nothing new to tell, and that nobody wants to read the worn-out story: sooner or later the deed is done, and not till the book is safely shelved does peace descend upon the victim of this mysterious doom.
The only way in which this affliction may be lightened to a long-suffering public is to make the work as cheerful and as short as possible. With this hope the undersigned bore has abstained from giving the dimensions of any church, the population of any city, or description of famous places, as far as in her lay; but confined herself to the personal haps and mishaps, adventures and experiences, of her wanderers.
To explain the undue prominence given to Miss Lavinia, it should be stated that she is an old and intimate friend of the compiler of this frivolous work; and therefore her views on all subjects, though less valuable, were easier to obtain than those of the younger and more interesting shawl-strappists.
L. M. A.
AS a preface is the only place where an author can with propriety explain a purpose or apologize for shortcomings, I venture to avail myself of the privilege to make a statement for the benefit of my readers.
As the first part of "An Old-Fashioned Girl" was written in 1869, the demand for a sequel, in beseeching little letters that made refusal impossible, rendered it necessary to carry my heroine boldly forward some six or seven years into the future. The domestic nature of the story makes this audacious proceeding possible; while the lively fancies of my young readers will supply all deficiencies, and overlook all discrepancies.
This explanation will, I trust, relieve those well-regulated minds, who cannot conceive of such literary lawlessness, from the bewilderment which they suffered when the same experiment was tried in a former book.
The "Old-Fashioned Girl" is not intended as a perfect model, but as a possible improvement upon [Page] the Girl of the Period, who seems sorrowfully ignorant or ashamed of the good old fashions which make woman truly beautiful and honored, and, through her, render home what it should be,-a happy place, where parents and children, brothers and sisters, learn to love and know and help one another.
If the history of Polly's girlish experiences suggests a hint or insinuates a lesson, I shall feel that, in spite of many obstacles, I have not entirely neglected my duty toward the little men and women, for whom it is an honor and a pleasure to write, since in them I have always found my kindest patrons, gentlest critics, warmest friends.
L. M. A.
A MYSTERIOUS DOG
WHERE THEY FOUND HIS MASTER
BEN GETS A PLACE
A CIRCULATING LIBRARY
NEW FRIENDS TROT IN
MISS CELIA'S MAN
A HAPPY TEA
A HEAVY TROUBLE
SOMEBODY RUNS AWAY
SOMEBODY GETS LOST
BOWS AND ARROWS
CUPID'S LAST APPEARANCE
A BOY'S BARGAIN
THE GREAT GATE IS OPENED
Thorn was a Massachusetts volunteer; a man who seemed too early old, too early embittered by some cross, for though grim of countenance, rough of speech, cold of manner, a keen observer would have soon discovered traces of a deeper, warmer nature hidden, behind the repellent front he turned upon the world. A true New Englander, thoughtful, acute, reticent, and opinionated; yet earnest withal, intensely patriotic, and often humorous, despite a touch of Puritan austerity.
"How goes it, Frank? Down first, as usual."
"The early bird gets the worm, Major."
"Deuced ungallant speech, considering that the lovely Octavia is the worm," and with a significant laugh the major assumed an Englishman's favorite attitude before the fire.
His companion shot a quick glance at him, and an expression of anxiety passed over his face as he replied, with a well-feigned air of indifference, "You are altogether too sharp, Major. I must be on my guard while you are in the house. Any new arrivals? I thought I heard a carriage drive up not long ago."
"It was General Snowdon and his charming wife. Maurice Treherne came while we were out, and I've not seen him yet, poor fellow!"
"Aye, you may well say that; his is a hard case, if what I heard is true. I'm not booked up in the matter, and I should be, lest I make some blunder here, so tell me how things stand, Major. We've a good half hour before dinner. Sir Jasper is never punctual."
"Yes, you've a right to know, if you are going to try your fortune with Octavia."
The major marched through the three drawing rooms to see that no inquisitive servant was eavesdropping, and, finding all deserted, he resumed his place, while young Annon lounged on a couch as he listened with intense interest to the major's story.
Chapter 1—Two Girls
Chapter 2—The Clan
Chapter 5—A Belt and a Box
Chapter 6—Uncle Alec's Room
Chapter 7—A Trip to China
Chapter 8—And what came of it
Chapter 9—Phebe's Secret
Chapter 10—Rose's Sacrifice
Chapter 11—Poor Mac
Chapter 12—"The Other Fellows"
Chapter 13—Cosey Corner
Chapter 14—A Happy Birthday
Chapter 16—Bread and Button-Holes
Chapter 17—Good Bargains
Chapter 18—Fashion and Physiology
Chapter 19—Brother Bones
Chapter 20—Under The Mistletoe
Chapter 21—A Scare
Chapter 22—Something to do