Good Wives (Penguin Popular Classics)
Louisa May Alcott
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When “Little Women” came to its last chapter Meg was engaged and the other three March girls, Beth, Jo and Amy, were at the threshold of young-womanhood.
“Good Wives” opens three years later, with Meg and her family happily preparing for her marriage to John Brooke.
Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy have grown up together in Orchard House with their friend Laurie next door, and now it's time for them to go out and find their places in the big wide world; to do the great and marvelous things they've dreamed of and discover their “castles in the air.”
They each find themselves tested, and fall in love, but when tragedy strikes they find their best comfort is in each other, and home.
a capital joke. ‘But may I inquire how you intend to support the establishment ? If all the pupils are little ragamuffins, I’m afraid your crop won’t be profitable in a worldly sense, Mrs Bhaer.’ ‘Now don’t be a wet blanket, Teddy. Of course I shall have rich pupils, also – perhaps begin with such altogether; then, when I’ve got a start, I can take a ragamuffin or two, just for a relish. Rich people’s children often need care and comfort, as well as poor, I’ve seen unfortunate little creatures
the household conscience, anchor, and comforter; for to him the busy, anxious women always turned in troublous times, finding him, in the truest sense of those sacred words, husband and father. The girls gave their hearts into their mother’s keeping, their souls into their father’s; and to both parents, who lived and laboured so faithfully for them, they gave a love that grew with their growth, and bound them tenderly together by the sweetest tie which blesses life and outlives death. Mrs March
dress,’ she said, with the calmness of desperation, for she wanted the worst over. ‘Well, dear, what is the “dem’d total”, as Mr Mantalini says?’ That didn’t sound like John, and she knew he was looking up at her with the straightforward look that she had always been ready to meet and answer with one as frank till now. She turned the page and her head at the same time, pointing to the sum which would have been bad enough without the fifty, but which was appalling to her with that added. For a
voices, but Amy knew they were speaking of her, hearing one side of the story, and judging accordingly. It was not pleasant, but a better spirit had come over her, and presently a chance offered for proving it. She heard May say sorrowfully: ‘It’s too bad, for there is no time to make other things, and I don’t want to fill up with odds and ends. The table was just complete then: now it’s spoilt.’ ‘I dare say she’d put them back if you asked her,’ suggested someone. ‘How could I after all the
little short-sighted, Mr Bhaer sometimes used eye-glasses, and Jo had tried them once, smiling to see how they magnified the fine print of her book; now she seemed to have got on the Professor’s mental or moral spectacles also; for the faults of these poor stories glared at her dreadfully, and filled her with dismay. ‘They are trash, and will soon be worse than trash if I go on; for each is more sensational than the last. I’ve gone blindly on, hurting myself and other people, for the sake of