Little Women
by
Louisa May Alcott
Part 1
Chapter 5:
Being Neighborly
, Little Women: Chapter 5 by Louisa May Alcott
"What in the world are you going to do now, Jo?" asked Meg one snowy
afternoon, as her sister came tramping through the hall, in rubber boots,
old sack, and hood, with a broom in one hand and a shovel in the other.
"Going out for exercise," answered Jo with a mischievous twinkle in her
eyes.
"I should think two long walks this morning would have been enough!
It's cold and dull out, and I advise you to stay warm and dry by the fire,
as I do," said Meg with a shiver.
"Never take advice! Can't keep still all day, and not being a pussycat, I
don't like to doze by the fire. I like adventures, and I'm going to find
some."
Meg went back to toast her feet and read Ivanhoe, and Jo began to dig
paths with great energy. The snow was light, and with her broom she
soon swept a path all round the garden, for Beth to walk in when the sun
came out and the invalid dolls needed air. Now, the garden separated the
Marches' house from that of Mr. Laurence. Both stood in a suburb of the
city, which was still countrylike, with groves and lawns, large gardens,
and quiet streets. A low hedge parted the two estates. On one side was an
old, brown house, looking rather bare and shabby, robbed of the vines
that in summer covered its walls and the flowers, which then surrounded
it. On the other side was a stately stone mansion, plainly betokening
every sort of comfort and luxury, from the big coach house and well–
kept grounds to the conservatory and the glimpses of lovely things one
caught between the rich curtains.
Yet it seemed a lonely, lifeless sort of house, for no children frolicked on
the lawn, no motherly face ever smiled at the windows, and few people
went in and out, except the old gentleman and his grandson.
To Jo's lively fancy, this fine house seemed a kind of enchanted palace,
full of splendors and delights which no one enjoyed. She had long
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wanted to behold these hidden glories, and to know the Laurence boy,
who looked as if he would like to be known, if he only knew how to
begin. Since the party, she had been more eager than ever, and had
planned many ways of making friends with him, but he had not been
seen lately, and Jo began to think he had gone away, when she one day
spied a brown face at an upper window, looking wistfully down into
their garden, where Beth and Amy were snow–balling one another.
"That boy is suffering for society and fun," she said to herself. "His
grandpa does not know what's good for him, and keeps him shut up all
alone. He needs a party of jolly boys to play with, or somebody young
and lively. I've a great mind to go over and tell the old gentleman so!"
The idea amused Jo, who liked to do daring things and was always
scandalizing Meg by her queer performances. The plan of 'going over'
was not forgotten. And when the snowy afternoon came, Jo resolved to
try what could be done. She saw Mr. Lawrence drive off, and then
sallied out to dig her way down to the hedge, where she paused and took
a survey. All quiet, curtains down at the lower windows, servants out of
sight, and nothing human visible but a curly black head leaning on a thin
hand at the upper window.
"There he is," thought Jo, "Poor boy! All alone and sick this dismal day.
It's a shame! I'll toss up a snowball and make him look out, and then say
a kind word to him."
Up went a handful of soft snow, and the head turned at once, showing a
face which lost its listless look in a minute, as the big eyes brightened
and the mouth began to smile. Jo nodded and laughed, and flourished her
broom as she called out...
"How do you do? Are you sick?"
Laurie opened the window, and croaked out as hoarsely as a raven...
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by
Louisa May Alcott
Part 1
Chapter 5:
Being Neighborly
, Little Women: Chapter 5 by Louisa May Alcott
"What in the world are you going to do now, Jo?" asked Meg one snowy
afternoon, as her sister came tramping through the hall, in rubber boots,
old sack, and hood, with a broom in one hand and a shovel in the other.
"Going out for exercise," answered Jo with a mischievous twinkle in her
eyes.
"I should think two long walks this morning would have been enough!
It's cold and dull out, and I advise you to stay warm and dry by the fire,
as I do," said Meg with a shiver.
"Never take advice! Can't keep still all day, and not being a pussycat, I
don't like to doze by the fire. I like adventures, and I'm going to find
some."
Meg went back to toast her feet and read Ivanhoe, and Jo began to dig
paths with great energy. The snow was light, and with her broom she
soon swept a path all round the garden, for Beth to walk in when the sun
came out and the invalid dolls needed air. Now, the garden separated the
Marches' house from that of Mr. Laurence. Both stood in a suburb of the
city, which was still countrylike, with groves and lawns, large gardens,
and quiet streets. A low hedge parted the two estates. On one side was an
old, brown house, looking rather bare and shabby, robbed of the vines
that in summer covered its walls and the flowers, which then surrounded
it. On the other side was a stately stone mansion, plainly betokening
every sort of comfort and luxury, from the big coach house and well–
kept grounds to the conservatory and the glimpses of lovely things one
caught between the rich curtains.
Yet it seemed a lonely, lifeless sort of house, for no children frolicked on
the lawn, no motherly face ever smiled at the windows, and few people
went in and out, except the old gentleman and his grandson.
To Jo's lively fancy, this fine house seemed a kind of enchanted palace,
full of splendors and delights which no one enjoyed. She had long
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wanted to behold these hidden glories, and to know the Laurence boy,
who looked as if he would like to be known, if he only knew how to
begin. Since the party, she had been more eager than ever, and had
planned many ways of making friends with him, but he had not been
seen lately, and Jo began to think he had gone away, when she one day
spied a brown face at an upper window, looking wistfully down into
their garden, where Beth and Amy were snow–balling one another.
"That boy is suffering for society and fun," she said to herself. "His
grandpa does not know what's good for him, and keeps him shut up all
alone. He needs a party of jolly boys to play with, or somebody young
and lively. I've a great mind to go over and tell the old gentleman so!"
The idea amused Jo, who liked to do daring things and was always
scandalizing Meg by her queer performances. The plan of 'going over'
was not forgotten. And when the snowy afternoon came, Jo resolved to
try what could be done. She saw Mr. Lawrence drive off, and then
sallied out to dig her way down to the hedge, where she paused and took
a survey. All quiet, curtains down at the lower windows, servants out of
sight, and nothing human visible but a curly black head leaning on a thin
hand at the upper window.
"There he is," thought Jo, "Poor boy! All alone and sick this dismal day.
It's a shame! I'll toss up a snowball and make him look out, and then say
a kind word to him."
Up went a handful of soft snow, and the head turned at once, showing a
face which lost its listless look in a minute, as the big eyes brightened
and the mouth began to smile. Jo nodded and laughed, and flourished her
broom as she called out...
"How do you do? Are you sick?"
Laurie opened the window, and croaked out as hoarsely as a raven...
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