"There is some thing greater, I assume." And Mrs. March smoothed the tender cheek, which all at once grew rosy as Meg spoke back slowly...
"Yes. It's very silly, however I need to inform it, due to the fact I hate to have people say and think such things about us and Laurie."
Then she informed the numerous bits of gossip she had heard at the Moffats', and as she spoke, Jo saw her mom fold her lips tightly, as if ill thrilled that such ideas must be positioned into Meg's harmless thoughts.
"Well, if that isn't always the greatest rubbish I ever heard," cried Jo indignantly. "Why failed to you come out and tell them so on the spot?"
"I could not, it changed into so embarrassing for me. I could not assist listening to in the beginning, and then I become so indignant and ashamed, I did not keep in mind that I need to go away."
"Just wait until I see Annie Moffat, and I'll display you a way to settle such ridiculous stuff. The concept of having 'plans' and being type to Laurie because he is wealthy and might marry us via-and-by using! Won't he shout when I tell him what the ones silly things say about us bad kids?" And Jo laughed, as if on second mind the thing struck her as an amazing comic story.
"If you inform Laurie, I'll by no means forgive you! She shouldn't, ought to she, Mother?" said Meg, looking distressed.
"No, by no means repeat that foolish gossip, and forget it as soon as you could," stated Mrs. March gravely. "I turned into very unwise to allow you to move among humans of whom I recognize so little, kind, I dare say, however worldly, unwell-bred, and complete of those vulgar ideas about younger humans. I am more sorry than I can explicit for the mischief this visit can also have achieved you, Meg."
"Don't be sorry, I may not allow it harm me. I'll overlook all of the awful and don't forget most effective the coolest, for I did experience a outstanding deal, and thanks very a good deal for letting me pass. I'll no longer be sentimental or disenchanted, Mother. I recognise I'm a silly little girl, and I'll stay with you until I'm match to attend to myself. But it's miles satisfactory to be praised and famous, and I can't help pronouncing I like it," said Meg, searching 1/2 ashamed of the confession.
"That is flawlessly natural, and pretty innocent, if the liking does not turn out to be a ardour and lead one to do silly or unmaidenly matters. Learn to know and value the praise that is really worth having, and to excite the admiration of tremendous humans with the aid of being modest in addition to pretty, Meg."
Margaret sat questioning a second, while Jo stood along with her arms at the back of her, looking both fascinated and a little at a loss for words, for it become a brand new component to look Meg blushing and talking approximately admiration, fans, and matters of that type. And Jo felt as if all through that fortnight her sister had grown up amazingly, and changed into drifting far from her right into a world wherein she couldn't comply with.
"Mother, do you've got 'plans', as Mrs. Moffat said?" requested Meg bashfully.
"Yes, my dear, I have a amazing many, all mothers do, however mine range particularly from Mrs. Moffat's, I suspect. I will let you know some of them, for the time has come while a phrase may additionally set this romantic little head and coronary heart of yours proper, on a totally critical challenge. You are younger, Meg, however not too young to understand me, and mothers' lips are the fittest to speak of such matters to women like you. Jo, your turn will are available time, perhaps, so concentrate to my 'plans' and assist me convey them out, if they may be desirable."
Jo went and sat on one arm of the chair, searching as though she concept they were about to sign up for in a few very solemn affair. Holding a hand of each, and looking the 2 young faces wistfully, Mrs. March stated, in her serious but cheery way...
"I need my daughters to be stunning, performed, and excellent. To be trendy, loved, and respected. To have a glad children, to be well and accurately married, and to lead useful, nice lives, with as little care and sorrow to strive them as God sees suit to ship. To be cherished and selected by using a great guy is the satisfactory and sweetest factor that can manifest to a girl, and I virtually hope my girls might also understand this stunning revel in. It is natural to consider it, Meg, right to pray and look ahead to it, and smart to put together for it, so that after the happy time comes, you may experience equipped for the responsibilities and worthy of the pleasure. My dear girls, I am bold for you, however no longer to have you make a dash inside the world, marry wealthy men merely due to the fact they are wealthy, or have great homes, which are not houses because love is looking. Money is a requisite and treasured element, and while properly used, a noble aspect, but I in no way want you to assume it's far the first or simplest prize to attempt for. I'd instead see you terrible men's better halves, in case you have been glad, beloved, contented, than queens on thrones, with out self-respect and peace."
"Poor women do not stand any danger, Belle says, unless they put themselves ahead," sighed Meg.
"Then we're going to be antique maids," stated Jo stoutly.
"Right, Jo. Better be satisfied vintage maids than sad wives, or unmaidenly women, strolling approximately to discover husbands," stated Mrs. March decidedly. "Don't be troubled, Meg, poverty seldom daunts a sincere lover. Some of the quality and most commemorated ladies I know were bad ladies, but so love-worthy that they were not allowed to be vintage maids. Leave these things to time. Make this home satisfied, in order that you'll be match for houses of your own, if they're provided you, and contented here if they're not. One issue recall, my ladies. Mother is continually prepared to be your confidant, Father to be your pal, and both of us wish and consider that our daughters, whether or not married or unmarried, could be the delight and comfort of our lives."
"We will, Marmee, we are able to!" cried each, with all their hearts, as she bade them right night.
CHAPTER TEN
THE P.C. AND P.O.
As spring got here on, a new set of amusements have become the fashion, and the lengthening days gave lengthy afternoons for work and play of all kinds. The garden needed to be placed in order, and each sister had 1 / 4 of the little plot to do what she preferred with. Hannah used to say, "I'd realize which every of them gardings belonged to, ef I see 'em in Chiny," and so she might, for the girls' tastes differed as tons as their characters. Meg's had roses and heliotrope, myrtle, and a touch orange tree in it. Jo's mattress changed into by no means alike two seasons, for she turned into constantly attempting experiments. This yr it was to be a plantation of solar plant life, the seeds of which joyful and aspiring plant were to feed Aunt Cockle-top and her circle of relatives of chicks. Beth had old fashioned aromatic vegetation in her garden, sweet peas and mignonette, larkspur, pinks, pansies, and southernwood, with chickweed for the birds and catnip for the pussies. Amy had a bower in hers, as an alternative small and earwiggy, but very quite to look at, with honeysuckle and morning-glories striking their colored horns and bells in swish wreaths throughout it, tall white lilies, delicate ferns, and as many amazing, picturesque vegetation as would consent to blossom there.
Gardening, walks, rows on the river, and flower hunts hired the high-quality days, and for rainy ones, they'd residence diversions, a few old, some new, all extra or much less unique. One of those was the 'P.C.', for as mystery societies were the style, it was notion proper to have one, and as all of the girls widespread Dickens, they called themselves the Pickwick Club. With some interruptions, they'd stored this up for a 12 months, and met each Saturday evening in the big garret, on which events the ceremonies were as follows: Three chairs had been arranged in a row before a table on which become a lamp, also four white badges, with a large 'P.C.' in extraordinary colours on every, and the weekly newspaper referred to as, The Pickwick Portfolio, to which all contributed something, even as Jo, who reveled in pens and ink, became the editor. At seven o'clock, the 4 members ascended to the clubroom, tied their badges spherical their heads, and took their seats with notable solemnity. Meg, because the eldest, was Samuel Pickwick, Jo, being of a
literary flip, Augustus Snodgrass, Beth, because she turned into round and rosy, Tracy Tupman, and Amy, who became continually seeking to do what she could not, changed into Nathaniel Winkle. Pickwick, the president, examine the paper, which become full of authentic memories, poetry, local news, humorous classified ads, and pointers, in which they top-naturedly reminded each other of their faults and short comings. On one event, Mr. Pickwick put on a couple of spectacles with none glass, rapped upon the desk, hemmed, and having stared difficult at Mr. Snodgrass, who became tilting back in his chair, till he organized himself nicely, started out to read:
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"THE PICKWICK PORTFOLIO"
MAY 20, 18—
POET'S CORNER
ANNIVERSARY ODE
Again we meet to have a good time
With badge and solemn ceremony,
Our fifty-2d anniversary,
In Pickwick Hall, this night.
We all are right here in perfect health,
None gone from our small band:
Again we see every famous face,
And press each friendly hand.
Our Pickwick, continually at his post,
With reverence we greet,
As, spectacles on nose, he reads
Our well-filled weekly sheet.
Although he suffers from a chilly,
We joy to listen him communicate,
For words of expertise from him fall,
In spite of croak or squeak.
Old six-foot Snodgrass looms on excessive,
With elephantine grace,
And beams upon the enterprise,
With brown and jovial face.
Poetic fireplace lighting up his eye,
He struggles 'gainst his lot.
Behold ambition on his brow,
And on his nostril, a blot.
Next our non violent Tupman comes,
So rosy, plump, and sweet,
Who chokes with laughter at the puns,
And tumbles off his seat.
Prim little Winkle too is here,
With every hair in place,
A version of propriety,
Though he hates to clean his face.
The year is long past, we still unite
To shaggy dog story and laugh and examine,
And tread the path of literature
That doth to glory lead.
Long may additionally our paper prosper properly,
Our club unbroken be,
And coming years their benefits pour
On the beneficial, gay 'P. C.'.
A. SNODGRASS
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THE MASKED MARRIAGE
(A Tale Of Venice)
Gondola after gondola swept as much as the marble
steps, and left its cute load to swell the
fantastic throng that filled the stately halls of Count
Adelon. Knights and girls, elves and pages, monks
and flower ladies, all mingled gaily in the dance.
Sweet voices and rich melody filled the air, and so
with mirth and track the masquerade went on.
"Has your Highness visible the Lady Viola this night?"
asked a gallant troubadour of the fairy queen who
floated down the hall upon his arm.
"Yes, is she no longer lovable, even though so sad! Her
dress is well chosen, too, for in per week she weds
Count Antonio, whom she passionately hates."
"By my faith, I envy him. Yonder he comes,
arrayed like a bridegroom, except the black mask.
When that is off we shall see how he regards the
fair maid whose coronary heart he can not win, though her
stern father bestows her hand," lower back the troubadour.
"Tis whispered that she loves the young English
artist who haunts her steps, and is spurned by means of the
antique Count," stated the woman, as they joined the dance.
The revel turned into at its peak when a priest
regarded, and withdrawing the younger pair to an alcove,
hung with crimson velvet, he motioned them to kneel.
Instant silence fell at the gay throng, and not a
sound, however the dash of fountains or the rustle of
orange groves sleeping within the moonlight, broke the
hush, as Count de Adelon spoke therefore:
"My lords and women, pardon the ruse by using which
I even have amassed you right here to witness the marriage of
my daughter. Father, we wait your services."
All eyes became in the direction of the bridal birthday party, and a
murmur of amazement went through the throng, for
neither bride nor groom removed their masks. Curiosity
and wonder possessed all hearts, however recognize restricted
all tongues till the holy rite was over. Then the
keen spectators collected spherical the count number, stressful
an explanation.
"Gladly could I deliver it if I may want to, however I only
recognise that it changed into the whim of my timid Viola, and I
yielded to it. Now, my youngsters, allow the play quit.
Unmask and obtain my blessing."
But neither bent the knee, for the young bridegroom
answered in a tone that startled all listeners
as the masks fell, disclosing the noble face of Ferdinand
Devereux, the artist lover, and leaning on the
breast where now flashed the megastar of an English earl
changed into the lovely Viola, radiant with joy and splendor.
"My lord, you scornfully bade me declare your
daughter when I may want to boast as high a call and extensive a
fortune because the Count Antonio. I can do more, for even
your formidable soul cannot refuse the Earl of Devereux
and De Vere, when he gives his historical call and boundless
wealth in go back for the liked hand of this fair girl,
now my spouse."
The count number stood like one changed to stone, and
turning to the bewildered crowd, Ferdinand added, with
a homosexual smile of triumph, "To you, my gallant friends, I
can handiest want that your wooing can also prosper as mine has
completed, and that you could all win as fair a bride as I even have
through this masked marriage."
S. PICKWICK
Why is the P. C. Just like the Tower of Babel?
It is full of unruly individuals.
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THE HISTORY OF A SQUASH
Once upon a time a farmer planted a touch seed
in his garden, and after some time it sprouted and became
a vine and bore many squashes. One day in October,
when they were ripe, he picked one and took it
to market. A grocerman offered and positioned it in his store.
That identical morning, a touch female in a brown hat
and blue dress, with a round face and snub nostril, went
and bought it for her mother. She lugged it domestic, cut
it up, and boiled it in the massive pot, mashed a number of it
with salt and butter, for dinner. And to the rest she brought
a pint of milk, eggs, four spoons of sugar, nutmeg,
and a few crackers, put it in a deep dish, and baked it
until it was brown and fine, and next day it was eaten
by using a circle of relatives named March.
T. TUPMAN
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Mr. Pickwick, Sir:—
I deal with you upon the problem of sin the sinner
I imply is a person named Winkle who makes hassle in his
club through guffawing and on occasion might not write his piece in
allow him send a French fable because he can't write out
of his head as he has so many lessons to do and no brains
in destiny I will try to take time by means of the fetlock and
put together a few work for you to be all commy l. A. Fo that
way all right I am in haste as it's far nearly college
time.
Yours respectably,
N. WINKLE
[The above is a manly and handsome acknowledgment of past
misdemeanors. If our young friend studied punctuation, it
would be well.]
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A SAD ACCIDENT
On Friday closing, we had been startled by way of a violent surprise
in our basement, followed with the aid of cries of misery.
On speeding in a frame to the cellar, we determined our loved
President prostrate upon the ground, having tripped and
fallen at the same time as getting wood for home purposes. A perfect
scene of destroy met our eyes, for in his fall Mr. Pickwick
had plunged his head and shoulders into a bathtub of water,
upset a keg of tender soap upon his manly shape, and torn
his clothes badly. On being eliminated from this perilous
situation, it become found that he had suffered
no injury but several bruises, and we're happy to feature,
is now doing properly.
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