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I. Christmas Without Presents
“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” said Jo, who was lying on the rug in front of the fire.
“It’s so dreadful to be poor!” sighed Meg, as she looked down at her old dress.
“I don’t think it’s fair for some girls to have lots of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all,” added little Amy, with an unhappy sniff.
“We’ve got Father and Mother, and each other,” said Beth from her corner. Her voice was quiet, but it made the others feel better for a moment.
Then Jo said sadly, “We haven’t got Father, and we shan’t have him for a long time.” She did not say “perhaps never”, but each of the girls thought it. Their father was far away, where the war was being fought. He was too old to