Illustrations List of illustrations. [The Illustrations, designed by Frank T. Merrill, drawn, engraved, and printed under the supervision of George T. Andrew.] They all drew to the fire, mother in the big chair, with Beth at her feet Preface Contents Tail-piece to Contents List of Illustrations Tail-piece to Illustrations Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents Beth put a pair of slippers down to warm I used to be so frightened when it was my turn to sit in the big chair Do it this way, clasp your hands so It was a cheerful, hopeful letter How you used to play Pilgrim's Progress No one but Beth could get much music out of the old piano At nine they stopped work and sung as usual Merry Christmas The procession set out Out came Meg with gray horse-hair hanging about her face A little figure in cloudy white The lovers kneeling to receive Don Pedro's blessing We talked over the fence Tail-piece Eating apples and crying over the "Heir of Redclyffe" Jo undertook to pinch the papered locks Mrs. Gardiner greeted them Face to face with the Laurence boy They sat down on the stairs Tell about the party The kitten stuck like a burr just out of reach Curling herself up in the big chair Reading that everlasting Belsham He took her by the ear! by the ear! Mr. Laurence hooked up a big fish Tail-piece Being neighborly Laurie opened the window Poll tweaked off his wig Putting his finger under her chin Please give these to your mother Tail-piece O sir, they do care very much Mr. Laurence often opened his study door She put both arms around his neck and kissed him The Cyclops Amy bore without flinching several tingling blows You do know her Girls, where are you going? I burnt it up Held Amy up by his arms and hockey Packing the go abroady trunk Meg's partner appeared Asked to be introduced I wouldn't, Meg Holding a hand of each, Mrs. March said, &c. Mr. Pickwick Jo threw open the door of the closet Jo spent the morning on the river Amy sat down to draw O Pip! O Pip! Miss Crocker made a wry face We'll work like bees Beth was post-mistress Amy capped the climax by putting a clothes-pin on her nose Mr. Laurence waving his hat Now, Miss Jo, I'll settle you A very merry lunch it was He went prancing down a quiet street "Oh, rise," she said A stunning blow from the big Greek lexicon He sneezed The Portuguese walked the plank Will you give me a rose? Miss Kate put up her glass Ellen Tree Tail-piece Swinging to and fro in his hammock It was rather a pretty little picture Waved a brake before her face I see him bow and smile Tail-piece Jo was very busy Hurrah for Miss March Jo darted away 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 The man clipped Tail-piece Letters She rolled away I wind the clock Yours Respectful, Hannah Mullet Tail-piece It didn't stir, and I knew it was dead He sat down beside her What do you want now? Beth did have the fever Gently stroking her head as her mother used to do Amy's Will Polish up the spoons and the fat silver teapot On his back, with all his legs in the air I should choose this Gravely promenaded to and fro Amy's Will Tail-piece Mrs. March would not leave Beth's side Tail-piece Letters Jo and her mother were reading the note Get up and don't be a goose "Hold your tongue!" cried Jo, covering her ears He stood at the foot, like a lion in the path Beth was soon able to lie on the study sofa all day The Jungfrau Popping in her head now and then He sat in the big chair by Beth's sofa Shall I tell you how? Bless me, what's all this? For Mrs. John Brooke Home of the Little Women The Dove Cote A small watchman's rattle Tail-piece The First Wedding Artistic Attempts Her foot held fast in a panful of plaster Please don't, it's mine Tail-piece Literary Lessons A check for one hundred dollars Tail-piece Domestic Experiences Both felt desperately uncomfortable A bargain, I assure you, ma'am Laurie heroically shut his eyes while something was put into his arms Calls She took the saddle to the horse It might have been worse The call at Aunt March's Tail-piece You shall have another table Bought up the bouquets Tail-piece Flo and I ordered a hansom-cab Every one was very kind, especially the officers I've seen the imperial family several times Trying to sketch the gray-stone lion's head on the wall She leaned her head upon her hands Now, this is filling at the price Up with the Bonnets of Bonnie Dundee I amused myself by dropping gingerbread nuts over the seat Thou shalt haf thy Bhaer He waved his hand, sock and all Dis is mine effalunt I sat down upon the floor and read and looked and ate Tail-piece In the presence of three gentlemen A select symposium He doesn't prink at his glass before coming Jo stuffed the whole bundle into the stove He put the sisters into the carriage He laid his head down on the mossy post O Jo, can't you? Tail-piece With her head in Jo's lap, while the wind blew healthfully over her Tail-piece He hurried forward to meet her Here are your flowers Demi and Daisy Mornin' now My dear man, it's a bonnet Tail-piece Sat piping on a stone while his goats skipped Laurie threw himself down on the turf A rough sketch of Laurie taming a horse The Valley of the Shadow Tail-piece Sat staring up at the busts Turning the ring thoughtfully upon his finger O Laurie, Laurie, I knew you'd come How well we pull together Jo and her father Jo laid her head on a comfortable rag-bag and cried A substantial lifelike ghost leaning over her The tall uncle proceeded to toss and tousle the small nephew O Mr. Bhaer, I am so glad to see you Mr. Bhaer sang heartily Mrs. Laurence sitting in her mother's lap They began to pace up and down Tail-piece Me loves evvybody What makes my legs go, dranpa? Dranpa, it's a We Tail-piece Mr. Bhaer and Jo were enjoying promenades Looking up she saw Mr. Bhaer Does this suit you, Mr. Bhaer? Under the umbrella Tail-piece Harvest time Teddy bore a charmed life Leaving Mrs. March and her daughters under the festival tree Tail-piece Tail-piece to Illustrations Previous Little Women Next I. Playing Pilgrims We’ll remember where you stopped. All chapters