It was near Christmas time as four girls sat near the fireplace at home, waiting for their mother. Their father was away at war
Margaret, nicknamed Meg, eldest and prettiest, was sixteen. She had a large eyes and brown hair, was quite vain, and wanted to buy pretty things
Mother suggested not giving presents this year because people are going trough tough times,. We can make little sacrifice and be happy, but it's hard, she said remembering when they could afford more. "teaching spoiled kids is hard!" she complained. She worked as nanny for the King family.
"staying with grouchy Aunt March is harder", Jo said. Jo, short for Josephine, was the boyish one, and a bookworm. At fifteen,
She was tall, thin and brown, with sharp gray eyes. She was proud of her long thick hair, but always tied it back to keep it out of way.
"for me, washing dishes and keeping things tidy is hard work. My finger get, stiff making it difficult to practice," Beth said in a quiet voice. Elizabeth, or Beth, was a shy therteen-years-old, the only one who could play piano well.
"you don't go to school with girls who talk if you don't know your lessons or laugh at your old dresses", Amy said. Amy said. Amy, the youngest, was quite spoiled and wanted to act mature for her age. She had a blue eyes and yellow hair that curled around her shoulders.
"at least we're happier than the King children who fight all the time", Meg replied
"lets each get mamee a gift for christmas, and not get anything for ourselves!" Beth suggeted
