Little Women. Alcott Louisa May

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      Then Meg said, ‘Mother says we shouldn’t spend money on presents when our men are fighting a war.’

      ‘We can’t expect anything from Mother or each other,’ said Jo, ‘but we only have a dollar each, and that won’t help the army much. Let’s each buy ourselves what we want, and have a little fun. We work hard to earn it.’

      ‘I do, teaching those awful children,’ said Meg.

      ‘What about me?’ said Jo. ‘I’m shut up all day working for a terrible old lady, who gives me different orders every five seconds!’

      ‘I think washing cups and plates and keeping things tidy is the worst work in the world,’ said Beth. ‘My hands get too tired to play my music.’

      ‘I have to go to school with girls who laugh at my dresses and say cruel things because my father isn’t rich,’ said Amy.

      ‘I wish we had the money Father lost when we were little, Jo,’ said Meg.

      ‘I wish I was a boy,’ said Jo. ‘Then I could go and fight beside Father!’

      Meg was sixteen and very pretty, with large eyes and soft brown hair, and white hands. Fifteen-year-old Jo was very tall and thin. Her long, dark-red hair was usually pushed up out of the way. Beth was thirteen, a very shy girl who seemed to live in a happy world of her own. Amy was the youngest, but thought herself to be the most important. She had blue eyes, and yellow hair which curled on to her shoulders.

      At six o’clock, Beth put a pair of slippers by the fire to warm and Meg lit the lamp. Amy got out of the comfortable chair without being asked, and Jo forgot how tired she was and held the slippers closer to the fire.

      ‘These are old,’ she said. ‘Mother needs a new pair.’