Meg Goes to Vanity Fair
"I do think it was the most fortunate thing in the world that those children should have the
measles just now," said Meg, one April day, as she stood packing the "go abroady" trunk
in her room, surrounded by her sisters.
"And so nice of Annie Moffat not to forget her promise. A whole fortnight of fun will be
regularly splendid," replied Jo, looking like a windmill as she folded skirts with her long
"And such lovely weather, I'm so glad of that," added Beth, tidily sorting neck and hair
ribbons in her best box, lent for the great occasion.
"I wish I was going to have a fine time and wear all these nice things," said Amy with her
mouth full of pins, as she artistically replenished her sister's cushion.
"I wish you were all going, but as you can't, I shall keep my adventures to tell you when I
come back. I'm sure it's the least I can do when you have been so kind, lending me things
and helping me get ready," said Meg, glancing round the room at the very simple outfit,
which seemed nearly perfect in their eyes.
"What did Mother give you out of the treasure box?" asked Amy, who had not been
present at the opening of a certain cedar chest in which Mrs. March kept a few relics of
past splendor, as gifts for her girls when the proper time came.
"A pair of silk stockings, that pretty carved fan, and a lovely blue sash. I wanted the
violet silk, but there isn't time to make it over, so I must be contented with my old
"It will look nice over my new muslin skirt, and the sash will set it off beautifully. I wish
I hadn't smashed my coral bracelet, for you might have had it," said Jo, who loved to give
and lend, but whose possessions were usually too dilapidated to be of much use.
"There is a lovely old-fashioned pearl set in the treasure chest, but Mother said real
flowers were the prettiest ornament for a young girl, and Laurie promised to send me all I
want," replied Meg. "Now, let me see, there's my new gray walking suit, just curl up the
feather in my hat, Beth, then my poplin for Sunday and the small party, it looks heavy for
spring, doesn't it? The violet silk would be so nice. Oh, dear!"
"Never mind, you've got the tarlatan for the big party, and you always look like an angel
in white," said Amy, brooding over the little store of finery in which her soul delighted.
"It isn't low-necked, and it doesn't sweep enough, but it will have to do. My blue
housedress looks so well, turned and freshly trimmed, that I feel as if I'd got a new one.
My silk sacque isn't a bit the fashion, and my bonnet doesn't look like Sallie's. I didn't
like to say anything, but I was sadly disappointed in my umbrella. I told Mother black
with a white handle, but she forgot and bought a green one with a yellowish handle. It's
strong and neat, so I ought not to complain, but I know I shall feel ashamed of it beside
Annie's silk one with a gold top," sighed Meg, surveying the little umbrella with great
"Change it," advised Jo.