Being forbidden to write anything at presentI have collected various waifs and strays to appeasethe young people who clamor for more,forgetting that mortal brains need rest.
As many girls have asked to see what sort oftales Jo March wrote at the beginning of hercareer, I have added “The Baron’s Gloves,” as asample of the romantic rubbish which paid so wellonce upon a time. If it shows them what not towrite it will not have been rescued from oblivionin vain.
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Kitty’s Class Day | 5 |
Aunt Kipp | 26 |
Psyche’s Art | 55 |
A Country Christmas | 84 |
On Picket Duty | 124 |
The Baron’s Gloves | 156 |
My Red Cap | 251 |
What the Bells Saw and Said | 271 |