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       About Louisa May Alcott:

      Louisa May Alcott (November 29, 1832 – March 6, 1888) was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel Little Women (1868) and its sequels Little Men (1871) and Jo's Boys (1886). Raised by her transcendentalist parents, Abigail May and Amos Bronson Alcott in New England, she also grew up among many of the well-known intellectuals of the day such as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Henry David Thoreau and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

      Alcott's family suffered from financial difficulties, and while she worked to help support the family from an early age, she also sought an outlet in writing. She began to receive critical success for her writing in the 1860s. Early in her career, she sometimes used the pen name A. M. Barnard, under which she wrote novels for young adults that focused on spies, revenge, and cross dressers.

      Published in 1868, Little Women is set in the Alcott family home, Orchard House, in Concord, Massachusetts and is loosely based on Alcott's childhood experiences with her three sisters. The novel was very well received and is still a popular children's novel today, filmed several times.

      Alcott was an abolitionist and a feminist and remained unmarried throughout her life. She died from a stroke, two days after her father died, in Boston on March 6, 1888.

      Source: Wikipedia

      Tessa's Surprises

      Adapted by Stephen W. Hines

      "Tessa sat alone by the fire waiting for her father to come home from work. The children were fast asleep, all three in the big bed behind the curtain; the wind blew hard outside, and the snow beat on the windowpanes; the room was large, and the fire so small and feeble that it didn't half warm the little bare toes peeping out of the old shoes on the hearth.

      Tessa's father was an Italian plaster worker, very poor but kind and honest. The mother had died not long ago and left twelve-year-old Tessa to take care of the children. She tried to be wise and motherly and worked for them like any little woman, but it was so hard to keep the small bodies warm and fed and the small souls good and happy that poor Tessa was often at her wit's end. She always waited for her father, no matter how tired she was, so that he might find his supper warm, and a bit of fire and a loving little face to welcome him.

      Tessa thought over her troubles at these quiet times and made her plans, because her father left things to her a good deal; and she had no friends but Tommo, the harp boy upstairs, and the lively cricket who lived in the chimney. Tonight her face was very sober and her pretty brown eyes very thoughtful as she stared at the fire and knit her brows as if perplexed. She was not thinking of her old shoes or the empty closet or the boys' ragged clothes just then. No, she had a fine plan in her good little head and was trying to imagine how she could carry it out.

      You see, Christmas was coming in a week, and she had set her heart on putting something in the children's stockings, as Mother used to do; for while she had lived things had been comfortable. Now Tessa had not a penny in the world and didn't know how to get one. All the father's earnings had to go for food, fire, and rent.

      "I must earn the money; there is no one to give it to me, and I cannot beg. But what can I do, so small and stupid and shy as I am?" Tessa said to herself. "I must find some way to give the little ones a nice Christmas. I must! I must!" And Tessa pulled her long hair as if that would help her think.

      But it didn't; and her heart grew heavier and heavier, for it did seem hard that in a great city full of fine things there should be none for poor Nono, Sep, and little Speranza. Just as Tessa's tears began to tumble off her eyelashes onto her brown cheeks, the cricket began to chirp. Of course, he didn't say a word, but before he had piped a dozen shrill notes, an idea popped into Tessa's head—such a truly splendid idea that she clapped her hands and burst out laughing. "I'll do it! I'll do it! If Father will let me," she said to herself, smiling and nodding at the fire.

      "Tommo will like to have me go with him and sing while he plays his harp in the streets. I know many songs and may get money if I am not frightened. People throw pennies to other little girls who only play the tambourine. I will sing, yes, I will try; and then, if I do well, the little ones will have a merry Christmas."

      So full of her plan was Tessa that she ran upstairs at once and asked Tommo if he would take her with him on the morrow. Her friend was delighted, for he thought Tessa's songs very sweet and was sure she would get money if she tried.

      "But see, then, it is cold in the streets; the wind bites, and the snow freezes one's fingers. The day is very long, people are cross, and at night one is ready to die with weariness. Thou art so small, Tessa, I am afraid it will go badly with thee," said Tommo, who was a merry, black-eyed boy of fourteen, with the kindest heart in the world under his old jacket.