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Little Women

Chapter 10 The P.C. And P.O

Word Count: 3314    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

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 se

old-fashioned, fragrant flowers in her garden - sweet peas and mignonette, larkspur, pinks, pansies, and southernwood, with chickweed for the bird, and catnip for the pussies. Amy had a bower in hers - rather small and earwiggy, but very p

arranged in a row before a table, on which was a lamp, also four white badges, with a big "P.C." in different colours on each, and the weekly newspaper, called The Pickwick Portfolio, to which all contributed something; while Jo, who revelled in pens and ink, was the editor. At seven o'clock the four members ascended to the club room, 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 ro

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With badge and solemn rite,

ect health, None gone from our small band; Again we s

reverence we greet, As, spectacles on nos

to hear him speak, For words of wisdom f

With elephantine grace, And beams upon

ruggles 'gainst his lot Behold ambitio

, plump, and sweet, Who chokes with laugh

every hair in place, A model of propr

ke and laugh and read, And tread the pat

club unbroken be, And coming years thei

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ASKED M

LE OF

lled the stately halls of Count de Adelon. Knights and ladies, elves and pages, monks and flower-girls, all mingled

ght?' asked a gallant troubadour of the fairy

dress is well chosen, too, for in a week she w

black mask. When that is off we shall see how he regards the fair maid whose heart

artist who haunts her steps, and is spurned by the

le velvet, he motioned them to kneel. Instant silence fell upon the gay throng; and not a sound, but the dash of

I have gathered you here to witness the marriag

bride nor groom removed their masks. Curiosity and wonder possessed all hearts, but respect restrained all ton

was the whim of my timid Viola, and I yielded to it. Now, my

s the mask fell, disclosing the noble face of Ferdinand Devereux, the artist lover; and, leaning on the

he Count Antonio. I can do more; for even your ambitious soul cannot refuse the Earl of Devereux and De Vere, wh

e; and, turning to the bewildered crowd, F

wooing may prosper as mine has done; and that you may a

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he Tower of Babel? It is

STORY OF

t it in his shop. That same morning, a little girl, in a brown hat and blue dress, with a round face and a snub nose, went and bought it for her mother. She lugged it home, cut it up, and boiled it in the big pot; mashed some of it, with sal

TUP

CKWICK,

er I hope you will pardon his badness and let him send a French fable because he can't write out of his head as he has so many lessons to do and no brains in future I will tr

dgement of past misdemeanours. If our young f

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pped and fallen while getting wood for domestic purposes. A perfect scene of ruin met our eyes; for in his fall Mr Pickwick had plunged his head and shoulders into a tub of water, upset a keg of soft soap upon

blic Ber

t Paw. This lovely and beloved cat was the pet of a large circle of warm and admiring friends; for her beauty attra

tempted by her charms, basely stole her. Weeks have passed but no trace of her has been discovered; and we relin

friend sends th

. FOR S. B

o'er her hapless fate, For never more by the f

'neath the chestnut tree; But o'er her grave

ever see her more; No gentle tap, no l

th a dirty face; But she does not hunt as ou

e Snowball used to play, But she only spits

she is not fair to see; And we cannot give her yo

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will deliver her famous Lecture on "WOMAN AND HER POSITION", at

e, to teach young ladies how to cook. Hannah Br

de in the upper story of the Club House. All members to app

oll's Millinery next week. The latest Paris Fashions

weeksh will surpass anything ever seen on the American stage. "The Greek

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breakfast. A. S. is requested not to whistle in the street. T. T. please don'

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eaders is a bona fide copy of one written by bona fide girls once upon a time),

- one who highly deserves the honour, would be deeply grateful for it, and would add immensely to the spirit of the club, the literary v

laugh; but all looked rather anxious, and no

President. `All in favour of this motio

s, followed, to everybody's sur

ry minded

great eloquence. `We don't wish any boys; they only joke and bounce

f us afterwards,' observed Pickwick, pulling the littl

es to write, and he'll give a tone to our contributions, and keep us from being sentimental, don't you see? We can do so little

erred brought Tupman to his feet, looki

we are afraid. I say he may come,

her seat to shake hands approvingly. `Now then, vote again. Everybody

replied three

bserves, allow me to present the new member'; and, to the dismay of the rest of the club, Jo threw open the d

e girls, as Snodgrass led her friend triumphantly forth; and,

able smile. But the new member was equal to the occasion; and, rising, with a graceful salutation to the Chair, said, in the most engaging m

ing with the handle of the old

hand, `who has so flatteringly presented me, is not to be blamed for the base

ou know I proposed the cupboard,' broke in S

member, with a Welleresque nod to Mr. Pickwick. `But on my honour I never will d

clashing the lid of the

nkle and Tupman, while the

reat applause as Mr. Weller deposited a little key on the table, and subsided; the warming-pan clashed and waved wildly, and it was some time before order could be restored. A long discussion followed, and everyone came out surprisingly for everyone did her best; so it was an unusually lively meeting, and did not adjourn till a late hour, when it broke up with three shrill cheers for the new member. No one ever regretted the admittance of Sam Weller, for a more devoted, well-behaved, and jovial member no club could have. He certainly did add `spirit' to the meeting and `a tone' to the paper; for his orations convulsed his hearers, and his contributions were excellent, being patriotic, classical, comical, or dramatic, but never sentimental. Jo reg

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