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"
Then
we
’
ll
be
old
maids
,
"
said
Jo
stoutly
.
"
Right
,
Jo
.
Better
be
happy
old
maids
than
unhappy
wives
,
or
unmaidenly
girls
,
running
about
to
find
husbands
,
"
said
Mrs
.
March
decidedly
.
"
Don
’
t
be
troubled
,
Meg
,
poverty
seldom
daunts
a
sincere
lover
.
Some
of
the
best
and
most
honored
women
I
know
were
poor
girls
,
but
so
love
-
worthy
that
they
were
not
allowed
to
be
old
maids
.
Leave
these
things
to
time
.
Make
this
home
happy
,
so
that
you
may
be
fit
for
homes
of
your
own
,
if
they
are
offered
you
,
and
contented
here
if
they
are
not
.
One
thing
remember
,
my
girls
.
Mother
is
always
ready
to
be
your
confidant
,
Father
to
be
your
friend
,
and
both
of
us
hope
and
trust
that
our
daughters
,
whether
married
or
single
,
will
be
the
pride
and
comfort
of
our
lives
.
"
"
We
will
,
Marmee
,
we
will
!
"
cried
both
,
with
all
their
hearts
,
as
she
bade
them
good
night
.
As
spring
came
on
,
a
new
set
of
amusements
became
the
fashion
,
and
the
lengthening
days
gave
long
afternoons
for
work
and
play
of
all
sorts
.
The
garden
had
to
be
put
in
order
,
and
each
sister
had
a
quarter
of
the
little
plot
to
do
what
she
liked
with
.
Hannah
used
to
say
,
"
I
’
d
know
which
each
of
them
gardings
belonged
to
,
ef
I
see
’
em
in
Chiny
,
"
and
so
she
might
,
for
the
girls
’
tastes
differed
as
much
as
their
characters
.
Meg
’
s
had
roses
and
heliotrope
,
myrtle
,
and
a
little
orange
tree
in
it
.
Jo
’
s
bed
was
never
alike
two
seasons
,
for
she
was
always
trying
experiments
.
This
year
it
was
to
be
a
plantation
of
sun
flowers
,
the
seeds
of
which
cheerful
land
aspiring
plant
were
to
feed
Aunt
Cockle
-
top
and
her
family
of
chicks
.
Beth
had
old
-
fashioned
fragrant
flowers
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
,
rather
small
and
earwiggy
,
but
very
pretty
to
look
at
,
with
honeysuckle
and
morning
-
glories
hanging
their
colored
horns
and
bells
in
graceful
wreaths
all
over
it
,
tall
white
lilies
,
delicate
ferns
,
and
as
many
brilliant
,
picturesque
plants
as
would
consent
to
blossom
there
.
Gardening
,
walks
,
rows
on
the
river
,
and
flower
hunts
employed
the
fine
days
,
and
for
rainy
ones
,
they
had
house
diversions
,
some
old
,
some
new
,
all
more
or
less
original
.
One
of
these
was
the
‘
P
.
C
.
’
,
for
as
secret
societies
were
the
fashion
,
it
was
thought
proper
to
have
one
,
and
as
all
of
the
girls
admired
Dickens
,
they
called
themselves
the
Pickwick
Club
.
With
a
few
interruptions
,
they
had
kept
this
up
for
a
year
,
and
met
every
Saturday
evening
in
the
big
garret
,
on
which
occasions
the
ceremonies
were
as
follows
:
Three
chairs
were
arranged
in
a
row
before
a
table
on
which
was
a
lamp
,
also
four
white
badges
,
with
a
big
‘
P
.
C
.
’
in
different
colors
on
each
,
and
the
weekly
newspaper
called
,
The
Pickwick
Portfolio
,
to
which
all
contributed
something
,
while
Jo
,
who
reveled
in
pens
and
ink
,
was
the
editor
.
At
seven
o
’
clock
,
the
four
members
ascended
to
the
clubroom
,
tied
their
badges
round
their
heads
,
and
took
their
seats
with
great
solemnity
.
Meg
,
as
the
eldest
,
was
Samuel
Pickwick
,
Jo
,
being
of
a
literary
turn
,
Augustus
Snodgrass
,
Beth
,
because
she
was
round
and
rosy
,
Tracy
Tupman
,
and
Amy
,
who
was
always
trying
to
do
what
she
couldn
’
t
,
was
Nathaniel
Winkle
.
Pickwick
,
the
president
,
read
the
paper
,
which
was
filled
with
original
tales
,
poetry
,
local
news
,
funny
advertisements
,
and
hints
,
in
which
they
good
-
naturedly
reminded
each
other
of
their
faults
and
short
comings
.
On
one
occasion
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
put
on
a
pair
of
spectacles
without
any
glass
,
rapped
upon
the
table
,
hemmed
,
and
having
stared
hard
at
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
who
was
tilting
back
in
his
chair
,
till
he
arranged
himself
properly
,
began
to
read
:
"
THE
PICKWICK
PORTFOLIO
"
MAY
20
,
18
—
POET
’
S
CORNER
ANNIVERSARY
ODE
