Little Women

by Louisa May Alcott

Excerpt from Chapter II

Read by Emma Rye

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. Then she remembered her mother’s
promise and, slipping her hand under her pillow, drew out
a little crimson-covered book. She knew it very well, for
it was that beautiful old story of the best life ever lived,
and Jo felt that it was a true guidebook for any pilgrim
going on a long journey. She woke Meg with a ‘Merry
Christmas,’ and bade her see what was under her pillow. A
green- covered book appeared, with the same picture
inside, and a few words written by their mother, which
made their one present very precious in their eyes.
Presently Beth and Amy woke to rummage and find their
little books also, one dove-colored, the other blue, and all
sat looking at and talking about them, while the east grew
rosy with the coming day.