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‘Funny angels, in woollen hoods and red mittens,’ said I; and they all
             laughed.


             Then we fell to work, and in fifteen minutes, it

             really did seem as if fairies had been at work there.
                                                                                           How have you
             Papa made a splendid fire in the old fireplace and                            helped someone
                                                                                                        Let’s connect
             stopped up the broken window with his own hat                                 in need?
             and coat. Mamma set the shivering children round
             the fire, and wrapped the poor woman in warm

             things. Betsey and the rest of us spread the table, and fed the
             starving little ones. ‘Das ist gute!’ ‘Oh, nice!’ ‘Der angel—Kinder!’ cried

             the poor things as they ate and smiled and basked in the warm blaze.
             We had never been called ‘angel-children’ before, and we thought it

             very charming, especially I who had often been told I was ‘a regular
             Sancho’. What fun it was! Papa, with a towel for an apron, fed the

             smallest child; mamma dressed the poor little new-born baby as
             tenderly as if it had been her own. Betsy gave the mother gruel and
             tea, and comforted her with assurance of better days for all. Nan,

             Lu, Beth, and May flew about among the seven children, talking and
             laughing and trying to understand their funny, broken English. It was

             a very happy breakfast, though we didn’t get any of it; and when we
             came away, leaving them all so comfortable, and promising to bring

             clothes and food by and by, I think there were not in all the hungry
             little girls who gave away their breakfast, and contented themselves

             with a bit of bread and an apple of New Year’s day.
                                                                                          basked: sat and enjoyed
                                                                                          warmth
             Cousin Tribulation                                                           assurance: a promise




                                                                                             —Louisa May Alcott




               About the author
               Louisa May Alcott (1832–1888) was an American novelist, short story writer, and poet. She is best known as the author of  the
               novel Little Women (1868) and its sequels, Little Men and Jo’s Boys. Alcott’s books for younger readers have attained perpetual
               popularity, and the more recent republication of  some of  her more obscure works has renewed critical interest in her adult
               fiction, such as A Modern Mephistopheles (1877).





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