"Well, we're not," said Jo. "So we must do our work with a smile, the way Mother does."

"It's so nice to go to parties and drive home in carriages." said Mea, the next morning. "Other people live like that all the time, and I wish we could. I wish we were rich."

Mr March had lost most of his money helping a friend. When the two older girls discovered this, they wanted to do something to earn some money for the family, and as soon as they were old enough, they found work. Meg got a job teaching four small children. It was hard for her to be poor because she could remember the time when their home had been beautiful, with every thing they wanted. And every day at Mrs King's house she saw pretty dresses, and heard talk of parties and the theatre -- all the things which Meg loved.

Beth was much too shy to go to school with other children, so she studied at home with her father. When he went away, and her mother was busy with war work, Beth continued to study by herself and helped Hannah keep the home tidy for the others. She also spent long, quiet hours alone, talking to her dolls or playing the old piano. Beth loved music and, although the family could not afford music lessons or a good piano for her, she tried hard to make herself a better musician.

Jo went to Aunt March, who needed someone to fetch and carry things, and read to her. She was a difficult old lady who complained a lot, but Jo did her best.

One afternoon a week or two later, Jo went outside to clear the snow away from some of the garden so that Beth could walk there when the sun came out. She looked across to the house next door -- a big stone house with lovely things inside that Jo occasionally saw through the open curtains at the windows. But it seemed a lonely, lifeless kind of house, as no children played outside, no motherly face smiled at the windows, and not many people went in and out, except the old gentleman and his grandson.

Amy drew the most beautiful pictures and wanted to be a famous painter one day. She was a favourite with everyone, except when she complained abut having to wear her cousin's old clothes because her mother could not afford to buy new ones for her.

She had not seen the Laurence boy lately and wondered if he was away, but suddenly she saw him looking out of an upstairs window. She threw up a handful of soft show and called out,"Are you ill?"

Laurie opened the window "I'm almost better, thank you," he said. "I've had a bad cold."

"There's a young lady to see you, sir," she said.

Laurie was excited and began to get ready for Jo's visit. He brushed his hair and tried to make his room tidy. Soon after, he heard voices downstairs, then a surprised servant ran up to his room.

"Why don't you get someone to come and see you?"

"So I do!" laughed Laurie. "Will you come, please?"

"I'll come if Mother will let me. I'll go and ask her. Shut the window and wait until I come."

"I can talk all day," said Jo, smiling. "Beth says I never know when to stop."

"What do you find to do?" said Jo.

A moment later, Jo appeared with a box in one hand and Beth's three small cats in the other. "Mother sends her love," she said. "Meg asked me to bring some of her cake, and Beth thought you would like to play with her cats. Isn't she funny?"

Laurie laughed. "How kind you all are," he said.

"Shall I read to you?" said Jo.

"I don't know anyone."

"Is Beth the one who stays at home?"

"You know us," said Jo.

"Nothing," he said. "They won't let me."

"I'd rather talk," he said.

Laurie's face became red. "I hear you calling to each other, and you always seem to be having so much fun. Sometimes, in the evenings, you forget to close your curtains and I can see you sitting round the fire with your mother. I haven't got a mother."

Jo saw the sadness in his eyes. "Why don't you come over and see us? Would your grandfather let you?"

"Yes, that's Beth. She's a good girl."

"Perhaps, if your mother asked him," said Laurie. "He spends a lot of time among his books, and Mr Brooke, my tutor, doesn't live here. So I haven't anyone to go out with. Do you like your school?"

"The pretty one is Meg, and the curly-haired one is Amy, is that right?" he said.

"Yes. How did you know?"

"I don't go to school. I go out to work -- to my aunt's," said Jo. She described the difficult old lady and made him laugh with her stories. She told him all about her sisters, the plays they acted, and their hopes and fears for their father. Then they talked about books, and Jo discovered that Laurie loved them as much as she did.

"Perhaps I am a little bit afraid of him," said Jo.

He took her down to a room where the walls were covered with books and pictures.

"I'm not afraid of anything," replied Jo.

"Come and see our library," he said. "Grandfather is out, so you needn't be afraid."

The servant came in at that moment. "The doctor is here to see you, sir," she said to Laurie.

Suddenly, a bell rang.

"What if it is?" said Laurie, with a smile. "You're not afraid of anything, remember?"

Jo jumped up out of the chair. It's your grand father!" she said.

"Yes, I'm very happy here," said Jo.

He went away and Jo was staring at a large picture of the old gentleman when the door opened again without turning, she said, "I won't be afraid of him, because he's got kind eyes, although his mouth looks hard and cold. He's not as handsome as my grandfather, but I like him."

"A person can't live on books," he said.

"You should be the happiest boy in the world!" said Jo, sitting in a big armchair and looking round.

"Can I leave you for a minute or two, Jo?" he said.

"Do you play?" Jo asked Laurie.

"But I'm not as handsome as your grandfather?"

"Play now. I want to hear it so I can tell Beth."

Laurie was very surprised to see Jo with his grandfather, but was soon talking and laughing happily with Jo. The old man watched the two young people and noticed the change in his grandson. "She's right," he thought. "The boy does need cheering up."

Jo's face turned a bright red and she wanted to run away. But the old man's eyes looked kinder than those in the picture and seemed to have a smile in them.

"Then come and have some tea with us."

"Trying to cheer him up, sir," said Jo. "He seems a bit lonely."

"Not much, sir."

"Thank you," said a deep voice behind her.

"Sometimes," he answered.

"But you like me." He laughed and shook hands with her.

She turned quickly -- and saw old Mr Laurence!

"Not quite, sir."

After tea, they went into a room where there was a large and beautiful piano.

"So you're not afraid of me, eh?" he said.

"Now, what have you been doing with my grandson?"

Laurie walked to the door with her. "He doesn't like to hear me play," he said.

"why not?" said Jo.

So Laurie played and Jo listened. Afterwards, Mr Laurence said, "He plays quite well, but I want him to do well in more important things. Now, I hope you'll come again." He shook hands with her. "Goodnight, Jo."

"I'll tell you one day," he said.

When Jo told the family of her afternoon's adventures, they all wanted to go and visit the big house.

"Laurie's father married an Italian lady, a musician," said Mrs March. "The old man didn't like her, and never saw his son after they were married. Laurie was born in Italy, but his parents died when he was a child, and his grandfather brought him home. Laurie loves music and I expect his grand father is afraid he'll want to be a musician like his mother."

"Mother, why doesn't Mr Laurence like to hear Laurie play the piano?" asked Jo.

"Laurie should be a musician if he wants to be," said Jo. "Sending him to college will just make him unhappy."