CHAPTER XLI.— LEARNING TO FORGET
CHAPTER XLIV.— MY LORD AND LADY
CHAPTER XLVI.— UNDER THE UMBRELLA
[The Illustrations, designed by Frank T. Merrill, drawn, engraved, and printed under the supervision of George T. Andrew.]
Frontispiece: They all drew to the fire, mother in the big chair,with Beth at her feet
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
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
Eating apples and crying over the "Heir of Redclyffe"
Jo undertook to pinch the papered locks
Face to face with the Laurence boy
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
Putting his finger under her chin
Please give these to your mother
Mr. Laurence often opened his study door
