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"
What
a
sly
fellow
Laurie
is
!
I
said
I
wished
bigger
hats
were
the
fashion
,
because
I
burn
my
face
every
hot
day
.
He
said
,
‘
Why
mind
the
fashion
?
Wear
a
big
hat
,
and
be
comfortable
!
’
I
said
I
would
if
I
had
one
,
and
he
has
sent
me
this
,
to
try
me
.
I
’
ll
wear
it
for
fun
,
and
show
him
I
don
’
t
care
for
the
fashion
.
"
And
hanging
the
antique
broad
-
brim
on
a
bust
of
Plato
,
Jo
read
her
letters
.
One
from
her
mother
made
her
cheeks
glow
and
her
eyes
fill
,
for
it
said
to
her
.
.
.
My
Dear
:
I
write
a
little
word
to
tell
you
with
how
much
satisfaction
I
watch
your
efforts
to
control
your
temper
.
You
say
nothing
about
your
trials
,
failures
,
or
successes
,
and
think
,
perhaps
,
that
no
one
sees
them
but
the
Friend
whose
help
you
daily
ask
,
if
I
may
trust
the
well
-
worn
cover
of
your
guidebook
.
I
,
too
,
have
seen
them
all
,
and
heartily
believe
in
the
sincerity
of
your
resolution
,
since
it
begins
to
bear
fruit
.
Go
on
,
dear
,
patiently
and
bravely
,
and
always
believe
that
no
one
sympathizes
more
tenderly
with
you
than
your
loving
.
.
.
Mother
"
That
does
me
good
!
That
’
s
worth
millions
of
money
and
pecks
of
praise
.
Oh
,
Marmee
,
I
do
try
!
I
will
keep
on
trying
,
and
not
get
tired
,
since
I
have
you
to
help
me
.
"
Laying
her
head
on
her
arms
,
Jo
wet
her
little
romance
with
a
few
happy
tears
,
for
she
had
thought
that
no
one
saw
and
appreciated
her
efforts
to
be
good
,
and
this
assurance
was
doubly
precious
,
doubly
encouraging
,
because
unexpected
and
from
the
person
whose
commendation
she
most
valued
.
Feeling
stronger
than
ever
to
meet
and
subdue
her
Apollyon
,
she
pinned
the
note
inside
her
frock
,
as
a
shield
and
a
reminder
,
lest
she
be
taken
unaware
,
and
proceeded
to
open
her
other
letter
,
quite
ready
for
either
good
or
bad
news
.
In
a
big
,
dashing
hand
,
Laurie
wrote
.
.
.
Dear
Jo
,
What
ho
!
Some
English
girls
and
boys
are
coming
to
see
me
tomorrow
and
I
want
to
have
a
jolly
time
.
If
it
’
s
fine
,
I
’
m
going
to
pitch
my
tent
in
Longmeadow
,
and
row
up
the
whole
crew
to
lunch
and
croquet
—
have
a
fire
,
make
messes
,
gypsy
fashion
,
and
all
sorts
of
larks
.
They
are
nice
people
,
and
like
such
things
.
Brooke
will
go
to
keep
us
boys
steady
,
and
Kate
Vaughn
will
play
propriety
for
the
girls
.
I
want
you
all
to
come
,
can
’
t
let
Beth
off
at
any
price
,
and
nobody
shall
worry
her
.
Don
’
t
bother
about
rations
,
I
’
ll
see
to
that
and
everything
else
,
only
do
come
,
there
’
s
a
good
fellow
!
In
a
tearing
hurry
,
Yours
ever
,
Laurie
.
