Jo threw open the door of the closet
Jo spent the morning on the river
Amy capped the climax by putting a clothes-pin on her nose
He went prancing down a quiet street
A stunning blow from the big Greek lexicon
The Portuguese walked the plank
Swinging to and fro in his hammock
It was rather a pretty little picture
Jo laid herself on the sofa and affected to read
November is the most disagreeable month in the year
One of them horrid telegraph things
She came suddenly upon Mr. Brooke
Yours Respectful, Hannah Mullet
It didn't stir, and I knew it was dead
Gently stroking her head as her mother used to do
Polish up the spoons and the fat silver teapot
On his back, with all his legs in the air
Mrs. March would not leave Beth's side
Jo and her mother were reading the note