15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year,"
said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon,
looking out at the frostbitten garden.
"That's the reason I was born in it," observed Jo pensively,
quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.
"If something very pleasant should happen now, we should
think it a delightful month," said Beth, who took a hopeful view
of everything, even November.
"I dare say, but nothing pleasant ever does happen in this
family," said Meg, who was out of sorts. "We go grubbing along
day after day, without a bit of change, and very little fun. We
might as well be in a treadmill."
"My patience, how blue we are!" cried Jo. "I don't much
wonder, poor dear, for you see other girls having splendid times,
while you grind, grind, year in and year out. Oh, don't I wish
I could manage things for you as I do for my heroines! You're
pretty enough and good enough already, so I'd have some rich relation
leave you a fortune unexpectedly. Then you'd dash out as an heiress,
scorn everyone who has slighted you, go abroad, and come home my Lady
Something in a blaze of splendor and elegance."
"People don't have fortunes left them in that style nowadays,
men have to work and women marry for money. It's a dreadfully unjust
world," said Meg bitterly.
"Jo and I are going to make fortunes for you all. Just wait ten
years, and see if we don't," said Amy, who sat in a corner making mud
pies, as Hannah called her little clay models of birds, fruit, and
"Can't wait, and I'm afraid I haven't much faith in ink and dirt,
though I'm grateful for your good intentions.
Meg sighed, and turned to the frostbitten garden again. Jo
groaned and leaned both elbows on the table in a despondent attitude,
but Amy spatted away energetically, and Beth, who sat at the other
window, said, smiling, "Two pleasant things are going to happen
right away. Marmee is coming down the street, and Laurie is tramping
through the garden as if he had something nice to tell."