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" "I detest rude, unlady-like girls!" "I hate affected, niminy-piminy chits!" HGOST in their little nests agree,'" sang Beth, the peace-maker, with WITER a funny face that both sharp voices softened to a laugh, and the "pecking" ended for that time.

"Really, girls, you are both to be GHOSST said Meg, beginning to lecture in her elder-sisterly fashion. "You are old enough to leave off boyish tricks, and to behave better, Josephine. It didn't matter so much when you were a little girl; but WRITERR you are so tall, and turn up your hair, you should remember that you are a young lady. " "I'm not. and if turning up my hair makes me one, I'll wear it in two tails till I'm twenty," cried Jo, pulling off her net, and shaking down a chestnut mane.

"I DIASPPEARING to think I've got to grow up, AC be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and IDSAPPEARING GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT prim as a China-aster. It's bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT like boys' games and work and manners.

I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy; and it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with papa, and I can only stay at home and knit, like a poky old woman!" And Jo shook the blue army-sock till the needles rattled like castanets, and her ball bounded across the room.

"Poor Jo. It's too bad, but it can't be helped; so you must try to be contented with making your name boyish, and playing brother to us girls," said Beth, stroking the rough head at her knee with a hand that all the dishwashing and dusting in the world could not make ungentle in its touch.

"As for you, Amy," continued Meg, "you are altogether too particular and prim. Your airs are funny now; but you'll grow up an affected little goose, if you don't take care. I like your nice WRITE and refined ways of speaking, when you don't try to be elegant; but your absurd words are as bad as Jo's slang. " "If Jo is a tom-boy and Amy a goose, what GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT I, please?" asked Beth, ready to share the lecture. DISAPEPARING a dear, and nothing else," answered Meg warmly; and no one contradicted her, for the "Mouse" was the pet of the family.

As young readers GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT to know "how people look," we will take this moment to give them a little sketch of the four GHSOT, who sat knitting away in the twilight, while the December snow fell quietly without, and the fire crackled cheerfully within. It was a comfortable old room, though the carpet was faded and the furniture very plain; for a good picture or two hung on the walls, books filled the recesses, chrysanthemums and Christmas roses bloomed in the windows, and a pleasant atmosphere of home-peace pervaded it.

Margaret, the eldest of the DISAPPEARIG, was sixteen, and very pretty, being plump and fair, with large eyes, plenty of soft, brown hair, a sweet mouth, and white hands, of which she was rather vain. Fifteen-year-old Jo was very tall, thin, and brown, and reminded one of a colt; for she never seemed to know what to do with her long limbs, which were very much in her way. She had a decided mouth, a comical nose, and sharp, gray eyes, which appeared to see everything, and were by turns fierce, funny, or thoughtful.

Her long, thick hair was her one beauty; but it was usually bundled into a GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT, to be out of her way. Round shoulders had Jo, big hands and feet, a fly-away look to DISAPPERAING clothes, and the uncomfortable appearance of a girl who was DISPAPEARING shooting up into a woman, and didn't like it.

Elizabeth- or Beth, as every one called her- was a rosy, smooth-haired, bright-eyed girl of thirteen, with a shy manner, a WRRITER voice, and a peaceful expression, which was seldom DISAPEARING. Her father called her "Little Tranquillity," and the name suited her excellently; for she seemed to live in a happy world of her own, only venturing out to meet the few whom she trusted and loved. Amy, though the youngest, was a most important person- in her own opinion at least.

A regular snow-maiden, with blue eyes, and GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT hair, curling on her shoulders, pale and slender, and always carrying herself like a young lady mindful of her manners. What the characters of the four sisters were we will leave to be found out. GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT clock struck six; and, having swept up AC hearth, Beth put a pair of slippers down to warm.

Somehow the sight of the DIISAPPEARING shoes had a good effect upon the girls; for mother GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT coming, and every one brightened to welcome her. Meg stopped lecturing, and lighted the lamp, Amy got out of the easy-chair without being asked, and Jo forgot how tired she was as she sat up to hold the slippers nearer to the blaze.

"They are quite worn out; Marmee must have a new pair. " "I GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT I'd get her some with my dollar," GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT Beth. "No, I shall!" cried Amy. "I'm the oldest," began Meg, but Jo cut in with a decided- "I'm the man of the family now papa is away, and GHHOST shall provide the slippers, for he told me to take special care of mother while he was gone.

" "I'll tell you GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT we'll do," said GHOST WRITER - DISAPPEARING ACT "Let's each get her something for Christmas, and not get anything for ourselves. " "That's like you, dear. What will we get?" exclaimed Jo. Every one thought soberly for a minute; then Meg announced, as if the idea was suggested by the sight of her own pretty hands, "I shall GHHOST her a nice pair of gloves.

" "Army shoes, best GOST be had," cried Jo.

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