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Mountain-Laurel and Maidenhair
Mountain-Laurel and Maidenhair
Mountain-Laurel and Maidenhair
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Mountain-Laurel and Maidenhair

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Louisa May Alcott was an American novelist best known as author of the novel Little Women. In the mid-1860s, Alcott wrote passionate, fiery novels and sensational stories. She also produced wholesome stories for children, and after their positive reception, she did not generally return to creating works for adults. Alcott continued to write until her death.
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Release dateFeb 19, 2020
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Mountain-Laurel and Maidenhair
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Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was a 19th-century American novelist best known for her novel, Little Women, as well as its well-loved sequels, Little Men and Jo's Boys. Little Women is renowned as one of the very first classics of children’s literature, and remains a popular masterpiece today.

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    “Mountain-laurel and Maidenhair” is one of Louisa May Alcott’s longer short stories. It features an all-female cast, focusing on two young women, named Emily and Becky. Emily is too fragile to do much of anything. Because of this unwanted physical idleness, her mental attitude is somewhat idle too. Becky is the epitome of a dutiful nineteenth-century maiden, working in the kitchen, doing housework, etc., and she neither complains nor tires of it. These two opposite-natured women become friends.In short, this is a tale of helping others and being dutiful. Although the message is a positive one, I found the story rather bland on the most part, though it has some good moments here and there.

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Mountain-Laurel and Maidenhair - Louisa May Alcott

Mountain-Laurel and Maidenhair

by Louisa May Alcott

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Mountain-Laurel and Maidenhair

Here’s your breakfast, miss. I hope it’s right. Your mother showed me how to fix it, and said I’d find a cup up here.

Take that blue one. I have not much appetite, and can’t eat if things are not nice and pretty. I like the flowers. I’ve been longing for some ever since I saw them last night.

The first speaker was a red-haired, freckled-faced girl, in a brown calico dress and white apron, with a tray in her hands and an air of timid hospitality in her manner; the second a pale, pretty creature, in a white wrapper and blue net, sitting in a large chair, looking about her with the languid interest of an invalid in a new place. Her eyes brightened as they fell upon a glass of rosy laurel and delicate maidenhair fern that stood among the toast and eggs, strawberries and cream, on the tray.

Our laurel is jest in blow, and I’m real glad you come in time to see it. I’ll bring you a lot, as soon’s ever I get time to go for it.

As she spoke, the plain girl replaced the ugly crockery cup and saucer with the pretty china ones pointed out to her, arranged the dishes, and waited to see if anything else was needed.

What is your name, please? asked the pretty girl, refreshing herself with a draught of new milk.

Rebecca. Mother thought I’d better wait on you; the little girls are so noisy and apt to forget. Wouldn’t you like a piller to your back? you look so kind of feeble seems as if you wanted to be propped up a mite.

There was so much compassion and good-will in the face and voice, that Emily accepted the offer, and let Rebecca arrange a cushion behind her; then, while the one ate daintily, and the other stirred about an inner room, the talk went on,—for two girls are seldom long silent when together.

I think the air is going to suit me, for I slept all night and never woke till Mamma had been up ever so long and got things all nicely settled, said Emily, graciously, when the fresh strawberries had been enjoyed, and the bread and butter began to vanish.

I’m real glad you like it: most folks do, if they don’t mind it being plain and quiet up here. It’s gayer down at the hotel, but the air ain’t half so good, and delicate folks generally like our old place best, answered Becky, as she tossed over a mattress and shook out the sheets with a brisk, capable air pleasant

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