1 I'm going to the bankers first for letters, and then to Castle Hill.
2 And hanging the antique broad-brim on a bust of Plato, Jo read her letters.
3 Jo blundered into a wrong message in one of your Father's letters, and I made her tell me.
4 Very few letters were written in those hard times that were not touching, especially those which fathers sent home.
5 One July day she came in with her hands full, and went about the house leaving letters and parcels like the penny post.
6 Next week we are off to Germany and Switzerland, and as we shall travel fast, I shall only be able to give you hasty letters.
7 Letters, manuscripts, books, and bundles can be passed in there, and as each nation has a key, it will be uncommonly nice, I fancy.
8 How they laughed when the secret came out, never dreaming how many love letters that little post office would hold in the years to come.
9 Tragedies and cravats, poetry and pickles, garden seeds and long letters, music and gingerbread, rubbers, invitations, scoldings, and puppies.
10 Well, last evening we went up to the castle about sunset, at least all of us but Fred, who was to meet us there after going to the Post Restante for letters.
11 All of a sudden she stopped, caught up the two notes, and after looking at them closely, said decidedly, "I don't believe Brooke ever saw either of these letters."
12 Letters from several persons, whose praise was honor, followed the appearance of the little story, newspapers copied it, and strangers as well as friends admired it.
13 "Two letters for Doctor Jo, a book, and a funny old hat, which covered the whole post office and stuck outside," said Beth, laughing as she went into the study where Jo sat writing.
14 Meg stayed at home, lest she should infect the Kings, and kept house, feeling very anxious and a little guilty when she wrote letters in which no mention was made of Beth's illness.
15 Meg went daily to her pupils, and sewed, or thought she did, at home, but much time was spent in writing long letters to her mother, or reading the Washington dispatches over and over.
16 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 manner of flourishes and curly-tailed letters.
17 She read the short reports he sent more than she did your letters, and pinched me when I spoke of it, and likes brown eyes, and doesn't think John an ugly name, and she'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.
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