Little Women -- Part One.

I.1 Playing Pilgrims

"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

"It's so dreadful to be poor!" sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.

"I don't think it's fair for several girls to have plenty of pretty things, and another girls nothing at all," accessorial little Amy, with an abraded sniff.

"We've got Father and Mother, and each other," aforesaid Letter contentedly from her corner.

The four young faces on which the light shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened once again as Jo aforesaid sadly, "We haven't got Father, and shall not have him for a long time." She didn't say "perhaps never," but each mutely accessorial it, thinking of Father far away, wherever the fighting was.

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