Читать книгу The Greatest Adventure Books for Children - Люси Мод Монтгомери - Страница 87
ОглавлениеFrontispiece: 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
She put both arms around his neck and kissed him
Amy bore without flinching several tingling blows
Held Amy up by his arms and hockey
Holding a hand of each, Mrs. March said, &c.
Jo threw open the door of the closet
Jo spent the morning on the river
Amy capped the climax by putting a clothes-pin on her nose
He went prancing down a quiet street
A stunning blow from the big Greek lexicon
The Portuguese walked the plank
Swinging to and fro in his hammock
It was rather a pretty little picture
Jo laid herself on the sofa and affected to read
November is the most disagreeable month in the year
One of them horrid telegraph things
She came suddenly upon Mr. Brooke
Yours Respectful, Hannah Mullet
It didn't stir, and I knew it was dead
Gently stroking her head as her mother used to do
Polish up the spoons and the fat silver teapot
On his back, with all his legs in the air
Mrs. March would not leave Beth's side
Jo and her mother were reading the note
"Hold your tongue!" cried Jo, covering her ears
He stood at the foot, like a lion in the path
Beth was soon able to lie on the study sofa all day
Popping in her head now and then
He sat in the big chair by Beth's sofa
Her foot held fast in a panful of plaster
A check for one hundred dollars
Both felt desperately uncomfortable
A bargain, I assure you, ma'am
Laurie heroically shut his eyes while something was put into his arms
She took the saddle to the horse
Flo and I ordered a hansom-cab
Every one was very kind, especially the officers
I've seen the imperial family several times
Trying to sketch the gray-stone lion's head on the wall
She leaned her head upon her hands
Now, this is filling at the price
Up with the Bonnets of Bonnie Dundee
I amused myself by dropping gingerbread nuts over the seat
He waved his hand, sock and all
I sat down upon the floor and read and looked and ate
In the presence of three gentlemen
He doesn't prink at his glass before coming
Jo stuffed the whole bundle into the stove
He put the sisters into the carriage
He laid his head down on the mossy post
With her head in Jo's lap, while the wind blew healthfully over her
He hurried forward to meet her
Sat piping on a stone while his goats skipped
Laurie threw himself down on the turf
A rough sketch of Laurie taming a horse
Turning the ring thoughtfully upon his finger
O Laurie, Laurie, I knew you'd come
How well we pull together
Jo and her father
Jo laid her head on a comfortable rag-bag and cried
A substantial lifelike ghost leaning over her
The tall uncle proceeded to toss and tousle the small nephew
Mr. Bhaer sang heartily
Mrs. Laurence sitting in her mother's lap
They began to pace up and down
Tail-piece
Me loves evvybody
What makes my legs go, dranpa?
Dranpa, it's a We
Tail-piece
Mr. Bhaer and Jo were enjoying promenades
Looking up she saw Mr. Bhaer
Does this suit you, Mr. Bhaer?
Under the umbrella
Tail-piece
Harvest time
Teddy bore a charmed life
Leaving Mrs. March and her daughters under the festival tree
Tail-piece
"Go then, my little Book, and show to all
That entertain and bid thee welcome shall,
What thou dost keep close shut up in thy breast;
And wish what thou dost show them may be blest
To them for good, may make them choose to be
Pilgrims better, by far, than thee or me.
Tell them of Mercy; she is one
Who early hath her pilgrimage begun.
Yea, let young damsels learn of her to prize
The world which is to come, and so be wise;
For little tripping maids may follow God
Along the ways which saintly feet have trod."
Adapted from John Bunyan.
