Sleep Story: Little Women Chapter 16

Enjoy this sleep story to help you drift off into a peaceful slumber. Tonight we read Chapter 16 of the timeless classic, Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott. This chapter describes when Marmee travels to visit The March Girls' sick father and the letters that are sent. This audio is perfect for children or adults who want to relax, discover magic or find adventure before a great night's sleep. This beautiful photo was captured in Colorado by Oliver Pierce.

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Little Women by Louisa May Alcott Chapter 16 Letters In the cold,

Grey dawn,

The sisters lit their lamp and read their chapter with an earnestness never felt before.

For now the shadow of a real trouble had come.

The little books were full of help and comfort,

And as they dressed,

They agreed to say goodbye cheerfully and hopefully,

And send their mother on her anxious journey,

Unsaddened by tears or complaints from them.

Everything seemed very strange when they went down,

So dim and still outside,

So full of light and bustle within.

Breakfast at that early hour seemed odd,

And even Hannah's familiar face looked unnatural as she flew about her kitchen with her nightcap on.

The big trunk stood ready in the hall,

Mother's cloak and bonnet lay on the sofa,

And mother herself sat trying to eat,

But looking so pale and worn with sleeplessness and anxiety that the girls found it very hard to keep their resolution.

Meg's eyes kept filling in spite of herself.

Jo was obliged to hide her face in the kitchen roller more than once,

And the little girls wore a grave,

Troubled expression,

As if sorrow was a new experience to them.

Nobody talked much,

But as the time drew very near and they sat waiting for the carriage,

Miss March said to the girls,

Who were all busied about her,

One folding her shawl,

Another smoothing out the strings of her bonnet,

A third putting on her overshoes,

And a fourth fastening up her traveling bag.

Children,

I leave you to Hannah's care and Mr.

Lawrence's protection.

Hannah is faithfulness itself,

And our good neighbor will guard you as if you were his own.

I have no fears for you,

Yet I am anxious that you should take this trouble rightly.

Don't grieve and fret when I am gone,

Or think that you can be idle and comfort yourselves by being idle and trying to forget.

Go on with your work as usual,

For work is a blessed solace.

Hope and keep busy,

And whatever happens,

Remember that you can never be fatherless.

Yes,

Mother.

Magdear,

Be prudent,

Watch over your sisters,

Consult Hannah,

And in any perplexity,

Go to Mr.

Lawrence.

Be patient,

Jo,

Don't get despondent or do rash things,

Write to me often,

And be my brave girl,

Ready to help and cheer all.

Beth,

Comfort yourself with your music,

And be faithful to the little home duties.

And you,

Amy,

Help all you can,

Be obedient,

And keep happy safe at home.

We will,

Mother,

We will.

The rattle of an approaching carriage made them all start and listen.

That was the hard minute,

But the girls stood it well.

No one cried,

No one ran away or uttered a lamentation,

Though their hearts were very heavy as they sent loving messages to Father,

Remembering as they spoke that it might be too late to deliver them.

They kissed their mother quietly,

Clung about her tenderly,

And tried to wave their hands cheerfully.

When she drove off,

Glory and his grandfather came over to see her off,

And Mr.

Brooke looked so strong and sensible and kind that the girls christened him Mr.

Great Heart on the spot.

Goodbye,

My darlings,

God bless and keep us all,

Whispered Miss March as she kissed one dear little face after the other and hurried into the carriage.

As she rolled away,

The sun came out,

And looking back,

She saw it shining on the group at the gate like a good omen.

They saw it also and smiled and waved their hands,

And the last thing she beheld as she turned the corner was the four bright faces,

And behind them like a bodyguard,

Old Mr.

Lawrence,

Faithful Hannah,

And devoted Lori.

How kind everyone is to us,

She said,

Turning to find fresh proof of it and the respectful sympathy of the young man's face.

I don't see how they can help it,

Returned Mr.

Brooke,

Laughing so infectiously that Miss March could not help smile.

And so the journey began with the good omens of sunshine,

Smiles,

And cheerful words.

I feel as if there's been an earthquake,

Said Joe,

As their neighbors went home to breakfast,

Leaving them to rest and refresh themselves.

It seems as if half the house was gone,

Added Meg forlornly.

Beth opened her lips to say something,

But could only point to the pile of nicely-mended hoes which lay on Mother's table,

Showing that even in her last hurried moments she had thought and worked for them.

It was a little thing,

But it went straight to their hearts,

And in spite of their brave resolutions,

They all broke down and cried bitterly.

Hannah wisely allowed them to relieve their feelings,

And when the shower showed signs of clearing up,

She came to the rescue,

Armed with a coffee pot.

Now,

My dear young ladies,

Remember what your ma said,

And don't fret.

Come and have a cup of coffee all around,

And let's fall to work and be a credit to the family.

Coffee was a treat,

And Hannah showed great tact in making it that morning.

No one could resist her persuasive nods,

Or the fragrant invitation issuing from the nose of the coffee pot.

They drew up to the table,

Exchanged their handkerchiefs for napkins,

And in ten minutes,

Were all right again.

Hope and keep busy,

That's the motto for us,

So let's see who will remember it best.

I shall go to Aunt March as usual.

Oh,

Won't she lecture,

Though,

Said Jo,

As she sipped with returning spirit.

I shall go to my king's,

Though I'd much rather stay at home and attend to things here,

Said Meg,

Wishing she hadn't made her eyes so red.

No need of that.

Beth and I can keep the house perfectly well,

Put in Amy,

With an important air.

Hannah will tell us what to do,

And we'll have everything nice when you come home,

Added Beth,

Getting out her mop and dish tub without delay.

I think anxiety is very interesting,

Observed Amy,

Eating sugar pensively.

The girls couldn't help laughing,

And felt better for it,

Though Meg shook her head at the young lady,

Who could find consolation in a sugar bowl.

The sight of the turnovers made Jo sober again,

And when the two went out to their daily tasks,

They looked sorrowfully back at the window,

Where they were accustomed to see their mother's face.

It was gone,

But Beth had remembered the little household ceremony,

And there she was,

Nodding away at them like a rosy-faced mandarin.

That's so like my Beth,

Said Jo,

Waving her hat with a grateful face.

Goodbye,

Meggie,

I hope the kings won't strain today.

Don't fret about father,

She said as they parted,

And I hope Aunt March won't croak.

Your hair is becoming,

And it looks very boyish and nice,

Returned Meg,

Trying not to smile at the curly head,

Which looked comically small on her tall sister's shoulders.

That's my only comfort,

And touching her hat at Laurie,

Jo went away.

Feeling like a shorn sheep on a wintry day.

News from their father comforted the girls very much,

For though dangerously ill,

The presence of the best and tenderest of nurses had already done him good.

Mr.

Brooke sent a bulletin every day,

And as the head of the family,

Meg insisted on reading the dispatches,

Which grew more cheerful as the week passed.

At first everyone was eager to write,

And plump envelopes were carefully poked into the letterbox by one or the other of the sisters,

Who felt rather important with their Washington correspondence.

As one of these packets contained characteristic notes from the party,

We will rob an imaginary mail and read them.

My dearest mother,

It is impossible to tell you how happy your last letter made us,

For the news was so good we couldn't help laughing and crying over it.

How very kind Mr.

Brooke is,

And how fortunate that Mr.

Lawrence's business detains him near you so long,

Since he is so useful to you and father.

The girls are all as good as gold.

Jo helps me with the sewing,

And insists on doing all sorts of hard jobs.

I should be afraid she might overdo,

If I didn't know her moral fit wouldn't last long.

Amy's death is as regular about her tasks as a clock,

And never forgets what you told her.

She grieves about father,

And looks sober except when she's at her little piano.

Amy minds me nicely,

And I take great care of her.

She does her own hair,

And I'm teaching her to make buttonholes and mend her stockings.

She tries very hard,

And I know you will be pleased with her improvement when you come.

Mr.

Lawrence watches over us like a motherly old hen,

As Jo says,

And Laurie is very kind and neighborly.

He and Jo keep us merry,

For we got pretty blue sometimes,

And feel like orphans with you so far away.

Hannah is a perfect saint.

She does not scold at all,

And always calls me Miss Margaret,

Which is quite proper,

You know,

And treats me with respect.

We are all well and busy,

And we long day and night to have you back.

Give my dearest love to father,

And believe me,

Ever your own.

Meg This note prettily written on scented paper was a great contrast to the next,

Which was scribbled on a big sheet of thin foreign paper,

Ornamented with blots and all manners of flourishes and curly-tailed letters.

My precious Marmy,

Three cheers for dear father.

Brooke was a trump to telegraph right off,

And let us know the minute he was better.

I rushed up Garrett when the letter came,

And tried to thank God for being so good to us,

But I could only cry and say,

I'm glad,

I'm glad.

Didn't that do as well as a regular prayer?

For I felt a great many in my heart.

We have such funny times,

And now I can enjoy them,

For everyone is so desperately good.

It's like living in a nest of turtle doves.

You'll laugh to see Meg head the table and try to be motherish.

She gets prettier every day,

And I'm in love with her sometimes.

The children are regular archangels,

And I,

Well,

I'm Joe,

And never shall be anything else.

Oh,

And I must tell you that I came near having a quarrel with Laurie.

I freed my mind about a silly little thing,

And he was offended.

I was right,

But didn't speak as I ought,

And he marched home,

Saying he wouldn't come again till I begged pardon.

I declared I wouldn't and got mad.

It lasted all day.

I felt bad and wanted you to know very much.

Laurie and I are both so proud,

And it's hard to beg pardon,

But I thought he'd come to it,

For I was in the right.

He didn't come,

And just at night I remembered what you said when Amy fell in the river.

I read my own little book,

Felt better,

Resolved not to let the sun set on my anger,

And ran over to tell Laurie I was sorry.

I met him at the gate,

Coming for the same thing.

We both laughed,

Begged each other's pardon,

And felt all good and comfortable again.

I made a poem yesterday when I was helping Hannah wash,

And his father likes my silly little things.

I put it in here to amuse him,

Give him my lovingest hug that ever was,

And kiss yourself a dozen times for your Topsy Turvy Joe.

A Song from the Suds Queen of my tub I merrily sing,

While the white foam rises high,

And sturdily wash and rinse and wring,

And fasten the clothes to dry.

Then out in the fresh air they swing under the sunny sky.

I wish we could wash our hearts and souls the stains of the week away,

And let water and air be their magic make,

Ourselves as pure as they.

Then on the earth there would be indeed a glorious washing day.

Along the path of a useful life will hearts' ease ever bloom.

The busy mind has no time to think of sorrow or care or gloom,

And anxious thoughts may be swept away as we bravely wheel the broom.

I am glad a task to me is given,

To labor it day by day,

For it brings me health and strength and hope,

And I cheerfully learn to say,

Head you may think,

Heart you may feel,

But hand you shall work away.

Dear Mother,

There is only room for me to send my love,

And some pressed pansies from the root I've been keeping safe in the house for Father to see.

I read every morning,

Try to be good all day,

And sing myself to sleep with Father's tune.

I can't sing Land of the Leel now,

It makes me cry.

Everyone is very kind,

And we are as happy as we can be without you.

Amy wants the rest of the page,

So I must stop.

I didn't forget to cover the holders,

And I wind the clock and air the rooms every day.

Kiss dear Father on the cheek he calls mine,

And oh,

Do come soon to your loving little Beth.

Mon chéri,

Mama,

We are all well.

I do my lessons always,

And never corroborate the girls.

Meg says I mean contradict,

So I put in both words,

And you can take the properest.

Meg is a great comfort to me,

And lets me have jelly every night at tea,

So it's good for me,

Joe says,

Because it keeps me sweet-tempered.

Laurie is not as respectful as he ought to be now,

I'm almost in my teens.

He calls me chick,

And hurts my feelings by talking French to me very fast when I say merci or bonjour as Hattie King does.

The sleeves of my blue dress were all worn out,

And Meg put in new ones,

But the full front came wrong,

And they were more blue than the dress.

I felt bad,

But did not fret.

I bear my troubles well,

But I do wish Hannah would put more starch in my aprons,

And have buckwheats every day.

Can't she?

Didn't I make that interrogation point nice?

Meg says my punctuation and spelling are disgraceful,

And I am mortified,

But dear me,

I have so many things to do,

I can't stop.

I do.

I send heaps of love to Papa,

Your affectionate daughter,

Amy Curtis March.

Dear Miss March,

I just drop a line to say we get on fussed right.

The girls is clever and fly around right smart.

Miss Meg is gonna make a proper good housekeeper.

She has the liking for it,

And gets the hang of things surprising quick.

Jo-do's beat all going ahead,

But she can't stop to calculate fussed,

And you never know where she's like to bring up.

She done had a tub of clothes on Monday,

But she starched them before it was retched,

And a blue and pink calico dress,

Till I thought I should die to laughing.

Beth is the best of the little creeders,

And a sight of help to me,

Been so forehand and independable.

She tries to learn everything,

And really goes to market beyond her years.

Likewise,

Keeps accounts,

And with my help,

Quite wonderful.

We have gotten very economical,

So far.

I don't let the girls have coffee only once a week,

According to your wish,

And keep them on plain,

Wholesome vittles.

Amy does well without fretting,

Wearing her best clothes and eating sweet stuff.

Mr.

Laurie is as full of didoes as usual,

And turns the house upside down frequent,

But he heartens the girls,

So I let him have full swing.

The old gentleman sends heaps of things,

And is rather warren,

But means well,

And ain't my place to say nothing.

My bread is rye,

So no more at this time.

I send my duty to Mr.

March,

And hope he's seen the last of his pnomia.

Yours respectfully,

Hannah Mullet,

Head Nurse of Ward No.

2 All serene on the Rappahannock,

Troops in fine condition,

Commissary Department well conducted,

The Home Guard under Colonel Teddy always on duty,

Commander-in-Chief General Lawrence reviews the Army daily,

Quartermaster Mullet keeps order in camp,

And Major Lyon does picket duty at night.

A salute of twenty-four guns was fired on receipt of good news from Washington,

And a dress parade took place at Headquarters.

Commander-in-Chief sends some best witches,

In which he heartily joined by Colonel Teddy.

Dear Madam,

The little girls are all well.

Beth and my boy report daily.

Hannah is a model servant,

And guards pretty Meg like a dragon.

Glad the fine weather holds.

Pray make Brooke useful,

And draw on me for funds,

If expenses exceed your estimate.

Don't let your husband want anything.

Thank God he is mending.

Your sincere friend and servant,

James Lawrence.

And that is the end of our story this evening.

Until next time,

Sweet dreams.

Reviews

I loved it and i am eagerly waiting for the next chapter. Merry Christmas !! X

Laters 👋❤️❤️🙏🏼 happy solstice Hilary
Just managed to stay awake to hear this through after 5 listens… very good for me. Interesting references I’ve heard which match with meditation practice, in these old books. Fascinating… mindfulness must have been naturally a part of daily life way back then. Thank you so much for being my nightly companion to lull my back to slumber. Grateful for that. 🙏🏼🙏🏼❤️🎄

Thank you Hilary! I loved it! Happy Holidays to you and yours. 🙏🏻❤️

Wonderful! Your readings put me right to sleep. I've never heard an ending yet!