LITTLE Vampire WOMEN LOUISA MAY ALCOTT AND LYNN MESSINA
Table of Contents
Chapter One - PLAYING PILGRIMS
Chapter Two - A MERRY CHRISTMAS
Chapter Three - THE LAURENCE BOY
Chapter Five - BEING NEIGHBOURLY
Chapter Six - BETH FINDS THE PALACE BEAUTIFUL
Chapter Seven - JO MEETS APOLLYON
Chapter Eight - MEG GOES TO VANITY FAIR
Chapter Thirteen - LITTLE FAITHFUL
Chapter Fifteen - CONFIDENTIAL
Chapter Sixteen - PLEASANT MEADOWS
Chapter Seventeen - AUNT MARCH SETTLES THE QUESTION
Chapter Nineteen - THE FIRST WEDDING
Chapter Twenty-one - TENDER TROUBLES
Chapter Twenty-two - JO’S JOURNAL
Chapter Twenty-three - FRIENDS
Chapter Twenty-four - HEARTACHE
Chapter Twenty-five - BETH’S SECRET
Chapter Twenty-six - THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW
Chapter Twenty-seven - ALL ALONE
Chapter Twenty-eight - SURPRISES
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“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any corpses,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
“It’s so dreadful to be poor!” sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.
“I don’t think it’s fair for some vampires to have plenty of pretty squirming things, and other vampires nothing at all,” added little Amy, with an injured sniff.
Being so poor, the Marches customarily dined on quarts of pig’s blood, goat’s blood, and, on very special occasions, cow’s blood, but they rarely had the luxury of a living, breathing animal to feast on, and when they did, it was usually a small creature hardly more than a snack. Most of their meals had to be warmed over the fire to be brought up to the proper temperature, which was particularly humiliating for the young girls. Gone were the days when they could sink their fangs into a wiggling beaver, let alone a writhing cow. A human had never been on the menu, even when the family was wealthy and lived in a large, well-appointed house, for the Marches were humanitarians who believed the consumption of humans unworthy of the modern vampire. Humans were an inferior species in many ways, but they deserved to be pitied, not consumed.
“We’ve got Father and Mother, and each other,” said Beth contentedly from her corner. She was the shy, domestically inclined sister.
“We haven’t got Father, and shall not have him for a long time,” Jo said sadly. She didn’t say “perhaps never”, but each silently added it, thinking of Father far away, where the fighting was.
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