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“I’m so tired of Christmas I wish there never would be another one!” exclaimed a discontented-looking little girl.

- Louisa M. Alcott, ‘A Christmas Dream’ (1885) in The Louisa Alcott Reader [full text]

Jo was the first to wake in the gray dawn of Christmas morning. No stockings hung at the fireplace, and for a moment she felt as much disappointed as she did long ago, when her little sock fell down because it was crammed so full of goodies.

- Louisa M. Alcott, Little Women (1868) [full text]

Jo revelled in catastrophe, and the darker scenes were her delight; but she usually required Meg to “do the love-part,” which she considered quite beneath her pen. Thus their productions were a queer mixture of sentiment and adventure, with entire disregard of such matters as grammar, history, and geography,—all of which were deemed of no importance by these aspiring dramatists.

From the little stage library, still extant, the following plays have been selected as fair examples of the work of these children of sixteen and seventeen. With some slight changes and omissions, they remain as written more than forty years ago by Meg and Jo, so dear to the hearts of many other “Little Women.”

Concord, Mass., 1893.

- ‘Meg’ or Anna B. Pratt (née Alcott), foreword to Louisa May Alcott’s Comic Tragedies by Jo and Meg (1893) [full text]

RODOLPHO. Thou cunning villain, I’ll outwit thee yet. I will disguise myself, and watch thee well, and when least thou thinkest it, my dagger shall be at thy breast. And now one thing remains to me, and that is flight. I must leave all and go forth poor, dishonored, and alone; sin on my head, and fear within my heart. Will the sun never set? How slow the hours pass! In the first gloom of night, concealed in yonder old monk’s robe, I’ll silently glide forth, and fly from Hugo and this haunted house. Courage, Rodolpho, thou shalt yet win a name and fortune for thyself. Now let me rest awhile; I shall need strength for the perils of the night [lies down and sleeps].

- Louisa May Alcott, Comic Tragedies by Jo and Meg (1893) [full text]

The dim, dusty room, with the busts staring down from the tall bookcases, the cozy chairs, the globes, and best of all, the wilderness of books in which she could wander where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her.

- Louisa May Alcott, Little Women (1868) [full text]

In the room on the left a long supper-table was seen, set forth with great pitchers of new milk, piles of brown and white bread, and perfect stacks of the shiny gingerbread so dear to boyish souls. A flavor of toast was in the air, also suggestions of baked apples, very tantalizing to one hungry little nose and stomach.

- Louisa May Alcott, Little Men (1871) [full text]