The girls listened with interest, for the tale... The girls listened with interest, for the tale was romantic, and somewhat pathetic, as most of the characters died in the end"I like that about the splendid picture," was Amy's approving remark, as Jo paused
"I prefer the lovering partViola and Angelo are two of our favorite names, isn't that queer?" said Meg, wiping her eyes, for the lovering part was tragical
"Who wrote it?" asked Beth, who had caught a glimpse of Jo's face
The reader suddenly sat up, cast away the paper, displaying a flushed countenance, and with a funny mixture of solemnity and excitement replied in a loud voice, "Your sister
"You?" cried Meg, dropping her work
"It's very good," said Amy critically
"I knew it! I knew it! Oh, my Jo, I am so proud!" And Beth ran to hug her sister and exult over this splendid success
Dear me, how delighted they all were, to be sure! How Meg wouldn't believe it till she saw the words"Miss Josephine March," actually printed in the paperHow graciously Amy critisized the artistic parts of the story, and offered hints for a sequel, which unfortunately couldn't be carried out, as the hero and heroine
fendi spy bags were deadHow Beth got excited, and skipped and sang with joyHow Hannah came in to exclaim, "Sakes alive, well I never!" in great astonishment at `that Jo's doin's'March was when she knew itHow Jo laughed, with tears in her eyes, as she declared she might as well be a peacock and done with itand how th `Spread Eagle' might be said to flap his wings triumphantly over the House of March, as the paper passed from hand to hand "When did it come?" "How much did you get for it?" "What will Father say?" "Won't Laurie laugh?" cried the family, all in one breath as they clustered about Jo, for these foolish, affectionate people mad a jubilee of every little household joy
"Stop jabbering, girls, and I'll tell you everything," said Jo, wondering if Miss Burney felt any grander over her Evilina than she did over her `Rival Painters'Having told how she disposed of her tales, Jo added, "And when I went to get my answer, the man said he liked them both, but didn't pay beginners, only let them print in his paper, and noticed the storiesIt was good practice, he said, and when the beginners improved, anyone would paySo I let him
knock off chanel earrings have the two stories, and today this was sent to me, and Laurie caught me with it and insisted on seeing it, so I let himAnd he said it was good, and I shall write more, and he's going to get the next paid for, and I am so happy, for in time I may be able to support myself and help the girls
Jo's breath gave out here, and wrapping her head in the paper, she bedewed her little story with a few natural tears, for to be independent and earn the praise of those she loved were the dearest wishes of her heart, and this seemed to be the first step toward that happy end
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year," said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden
"That's the reason I was born in it," observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose
"If something very pleasant should happen now, we should think it a delightful month," said Beth, who took a hopeful view of everything, even November
"I dare say, but nothing pleasant ever does happen in this family," said Meg, who was out of sorts"We go grubbing along
prada fairy day after day, without a bit of change, and very little funWe might as well be in a treadmill
"My patience, how blue we are!" cried Jo"I don't much wonder, poor dear, for you see other girls having splendid times, while you grind, grind, year in and year outOh, don't I wish I could manage things for you as I do for my heroines! You're pretty enough and good enough already, so I'd have some rich relation leave you a fortune unexpectedlyThen you'd dash out as an heiress, scorn everyone who has slighted you, go abroad, and come home my Lady Something in a blaze of splendor and elegance
"People don't have fortunes left them in that style nowadays, men have to work and women marry for moneyIt's a dreadfully unjust world," said Meg bitterly
"Jo and I are going to make fortunes for you allJust wait ten years, and see if we don't," said Amy, who sat in a corner making mud pies, as Hannah called her little clay models of birds, fruit, and faces
"Can't wait, and I'm afraid I haven't much faith in ink and dirt, though I'm grateful for your good intentions
Meg sighed, and turned to the frostbitten garden againJo
prada bags online groaned and leaned both elbows on the table in a despondent attitude, but Amy spatted away energetically, and Beth, who sat at the other window, said, smiling, "Two pleasant things are going to happen right awayMarmee is coming down the street, and Laurie is tramping through the garden as if he had something nice to tell
In they both came, MrsMarch with her usual question, "Any letter from Father, girls?" and Laurie to say in his persuasive way, "Won't some of you come for a drive? I've been working away at mathematics till my head is in a muddle, and I'm going to freshen my wits by a brisk turnIt's a dull day, but the air isn't bad, and I'm going to take Brooke home, so it will be gay inside, if it isn't outCome, Jo, you and Beth will go, won't you?"
"Of course we will
"Much obliged, but I'm busy And Meg whisked out her workbasket, for she had agreed with her mother that it was best, for her at least, not to drive too often with the young gentleman
"We three will be ready in a minute," cried Amy, running away to wash her hands
"Can I do anything for you, Madam Mother?" asked Laurie, leaning over
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