Music Welcome to snoozecast, the podcast designed to help you fall asleep. Find us at snoozecast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by Great Creatures. Tonight, we'll read the 8th chapter 2, Good Wives, written by Luisa May Elcott. This is also known as the second half of the little women novel and is considered the 31st chapter as part of that work as a whole. Our last episode was the chapter titled Consequences in which Amy organizes a successful fair displaying her leadership and generosity. Laurie surprises everyone by buying a large quantity of items, significantly contributing to the fun's race. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now, take a few deep breaths. Dearest people, here I really sit at a front window of the bath hotel Piccadilly. It's not a fashionable place, but uncles stopped here years ago and won't go anywhere else. However, we don't mean to stay long, so it's no great matter. Oh, I can't begin to tell you how I enjoy it all. I never can, so I'll only give you bits out of my notebook, for I've done nothing but sketch and scribble since I started. I sent a line from Halifax when I felt pretty miserable, but after that I got on delightfully, seldom ill, on deck all day, with plenty of pleasant people to amuse me. Everyone was very kind to me, especially the officers. Don't laugh, Joe. Gentlemen really are very necessary aboard ship to hold on to, or to wait upon one, and as they have nothing to do, it's a mercy to make them useful. Otherwise, they would smoke themselves to death, I'm afraid. On to flow were poorly all the way and like to be let alone. So, when I had done what I could for them, I went and enjoyed myself. Such walks on deck, such sunsets, such splendid air and waves. It was almost as exciting as riding a fast horse when we went rushing on so grandly. I wish Beth could have come. It would have done her so much good. As for Joe, she would have gone up and sat on the main top jib, or whatever the high thing is called, made friends with the engineers, and tooted on the captain's speaking trumpet. She'd have been in such a state of rapture. It was all heavenly, but I was glad to see the Irish coast, and found very lovely, so green and sunny, with brown cabins here and there, ruins on some of the hills, and gentlemen's country seats in the valleys, with deer feeding in the parks. It was early in the morning, but I didn't regret getting up to see it. For the bay was full of little boats. The shore, so picturesque, and a rosy sky overhead, I never shall forget it. At Queenstown, one of my new acquaintances left us, Mr. Lennox, and when I said something about the lakes of Colarny, he sighed and sang with a look at me, Oh, have you ever heard of Kate Kerny? She lives on the banks of Colarny. From the glance of her eye, shun danger and fly, for fatal's the glance of Kate Kernie. Wasn't that nonsensical? We only stopped at Liverpool a few hours. It's a dirty, noisy place, and I was glad to leave it. Uncle rushed out and bought a pair of dogskin gloves, some ugly thick shoes and an umbrella, and got shaved Allah Mutten chop the first thing. Then he flattered himself that he looked like a true Britain. But the first time he had the mud cleaned off his the little boot black knew that an American stood in them and said with a grin, there you are, sir. I've given him the latest Yankee shine. It amused, Uncle immensely. Oh, I must tell you what that absurd Lennox did. He got his friend Ward, who came on with us to order a bouquet for me. And the first thing I saw in my room was a lovely one with Robert Lennox's compliments on the card. Wasn't that fun, girls? I like traveling. I never shall get to London if I don't hurry. The trip was like riding through a long picture gallery full of lovely landscapes. The farmhouses were my delight, with thatched roofs, ivy up to the eaves, lattice windows, and stout women with rosy children at the doors. The very cattle looked more tranquil than ours as they stood knee deep in clover, and the hens had a contented clock as if they never got nervous like yanky bitties. Such perfect color I never saw. The grass so green. Sky so blue. Green so yellow. Woods so dark. I was in a rapture all the way. So it was flow, and we kept bouncing from one side to the other, trying to see everything while we were whisking along at the rate of 60 miles an hour. On was tired and went to sleep, but Uncle read his guidebook and wouldn't be astonished at anything. This is the way we went on. Amy flying up. Oh, that must be Kennellworth, that gray place among the trees. Flow darting to my window. How sweet. We must go there sometime, won't we, Papa? Uncle calmly admiring his boots. No, my dear, not unless you want beer, that's a brewery." Apollos. Here's a lovely flock of lambs all lying down. Says Amy. See, Papa? Aren't they pretty? Added flow sentimentally. Geese young ladies, returns uncle, in a tone that keeps us quiet till flow settles down to enjoy the flirtations of Captain Cavendish, and I have the scenery all to myself. Of course it rained when we got to London, and there was nothing to be seen but fog and umbrellas. We rested, unpacked, and shopped a little between the showers. Aunt Mary got me some new things, for I came off in such a hurry I wasn't half ready. a white hat and blue feather. A muslin dress to match. And the loveliest mantle you ever saw. Shopping in Regent Street is perfectly splendid. Things seem so cheap. Nice ribbons only six pence of yard. I laid in a stalk, but she'll get my gloves in Paris. Doesn't that sound sort of elegant and rich? Flow and die. For the fun of it, ordered a handsome cab, while on an uncle were out and went for a drive, So we learned afterward that it wasn't the thing for young ladies to ride in them alone. For when we were shut in by the wooden apron, the man drove so fast that flow was frightened and told me to stop him. But he was up outside behind somewhere, and I couldn't get at him. He didn't hear me call, nor see me flat my parasol in front, and there we were, quite helpless, rattling away, and whirling around corners at a bright neck pace. At last, in my despair, I saw a little door in the roof, and on poking it open, a red eye appeared, and a burry voice said, Now then mum, I gave my order as soberly as I could, and slamming down the door with Then I, I, mum, the man made his horse walk as if going to a funeral. I poked again and said, a little faster than off he went, helped or shelter as before, and we resigned ourselves to our fate. Today was fair, and we went to Hyde Park, close by, for we are more aristocratic than we look. The Duke of Devonshire lives near. I often see his footmen lounging at the back gate, and the Duke of Wellington's house is not far off. Such sights as I saw, my dear, it was as good as punch for there were fat dowagers rolling about in their red and yellow coaches with gorgeous silk stockings and velvet coats up behind and powdered coachmen in front. Smart mates with the rosiest children I ever saw, handsome girls looking half asleep, dandies, in queer English hats and lavender kids lounging about and tall soldiers. In short red jackets and muffin caps stuck on one side looking so funny I long to sketch them. Rotten row means root de roye or the king's way. But now it's more like a riding school than anything else. The horses are splendid and the men, especially the grooms ride well, but the women are stiff and bounce, which isn't according to our rules. I long to show them a tearing American gallop for they trotted solemnly up and down in their scant habits and high hats, looking like the women in a toy know as arc. Everyone rides, old men, stout ladies, little children and the young folks do a good deal of flirting here. I saw a pair of exchange rose buds for it's the thing to wear one in the buttonhole, and I thought it rather a nice little idea. In the PM, to Westminster Abbey, but don't expect me to describe it, that's impossible. So I'll only say it was sublime. This evening we're going to see Fector, which will be an appropriate end to the happiest day of my life. Midnight It's very late, but I can't let my letter go in the morning without telling you what happened last evening. Who do you think came in as we were at T? Laurie's English friends, Fred and Frank Vaughan. I was so surprised for I shouldn't have known them but for the cards. Both are tall fellows with whiskers. Fred hands them in the English style and Frank much better for he only limps slightly and uses no crutches. They had heard from Laurie where we were to be and came to ask us to their house. But Uncle won't go, so we shall return the call and see them as we can. They went to the theater with us and we did have such a good time, for Frank devoted himself to flow, and Fred and I talked over past, present, and future fun as if we had known each other all our days. Tell Beth Frank asked for her, and was sorry to hear of her ill health. Fred laughed when I spoke spoke of Joe and sent his respectful compliments to the big hat. Neither of them had forgotten campalorance or the fun we had there. What ages ago it seems, doesn't it? Aunt is tapping on the wall for the third time, so I must stop. I really feel like a dissipated London fine lady writing here so late with my room full of pretty things, and my head a jumble of parks, theaters, new gowns, and gallant creatures who say, ah, and twirl their blonde mustaches with the true English lordliness. I long to see you all, and in spite of my nonsense, am as ever your loving Amy. Paris, dear girls, in my last I told you about our London visit. How kind the vans were and what pleasant parties they made for us. I enjoyed the trips to Hampton Court and the Kensington Museum more than anything else. For at Hampton and I saw Raphael's cartoons and at the museum,

rooms full of pictures, by Turner, Lawrence, Reynolds, Hogarth, and the other great creatures. The day in Richmond Park was charming. For we had a regular English picnic, and I had more splendid oaks and groups of deer than I could copy. Also heard a nightingale, and saw larks go up. We did London to our hearts content, thanks to Fred and Frank, and we're sorry to go away for, though English people are slow to take you in, when they once make up their mind to do it, they cannot be out done in hospitality, I think. The vans hope to meet us in Rome next winter, and I shall be dreadfully disappointed if they don't. For grace and I are great friends, and the boys very nice fellows, especially Fred. Well, we were hardly settled here. When he turned up again, saying he had come for holiday, and was going to Switzerland.

Aunt looked sober at first, but he was so cool about it, she couldn't say a word. And now we get on nicely, and are very glad he came, for he speaks French like a native, and I don't know what we should do without him. doesn't know ten words and insists on talking English very loud as if that would make people understand him. Ence pronunciation is old-fashioned and flow and eye though we flattered ourselves that we knew a good deal, find we don't. And are very grateful to have Fred do the Parley Vueing as Uncle calls it. Such delightful times as we are having, sightseeing from morning till night, stopping for nice lunches in the gay cafes. Rainy days I love in the Louvre, reveling in pictures. Joe would turn up her naughty nose at some of the finest, because she has no soul for art, but I have, and I'm cultivating eye and taste as fast as I can. She would like the relics of great people better. where I've seen her Napoleon's cocked hat and gray coat, his baby's cradle and his old toothbrush. Also, Marie Antoinette's little shoe, the ring of Sandenys, Charlemagne's sword, and many other interesting things. I'll talk for hours about them when I come home, but haven't time to write. The palace is so heavenly, full of lovely things that I'm nearly distracted because I can't buy them. Fred wanted to get me some, but of course I didn't allow it. Then the Champs-Élysées are tray, magnifique. I've seen the Imperial family several times. The Emperor and ugly, hard-looking man. The Empress pale and pretty, but dressed in bad taste, I thought. Purple dress, green hat, and yellow gloves. Little Napoleon is a handsome boy who sits chatting to his tutor and kisses his hand to the people as he passes, with his red satin jackets on his servants and a mounted guard before and behind. I've seen the Imperial family several times. We often walk in the gardens where they are lovely, though the antique Luxembourg garden suit me better. It's a very curious place for many of the tombs are like small rooms, and looking in, one sees a table with images or pictures of the dead, and chairs for the mourners to sit in when they come to lament. That is so friendship. Our rooms, when we're sitting in the balcony, look up and down the long, brilliant street. It is so pleasant that we spend our evenings talking there when too tired with our day's work to go out. Fred is very entertaining and is altogether the most agreeable young man I ever knew, except Laurie, whose manners are more charming. I wish Fred was dark, for I don't fancy light men. However, the vans are very rich and calm of excellent family, so I won't find fault with their yellow hair as my own is yellower. 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. I keep my diary and try to remember correctly and describe clearly all that I see and admire as Father advised. It is good practice for me, and with my sketchbook, we'll give you a better idea of my tour than these scribbles. Adu, I embrace you tenderly. Heidelberg My dear mama, having a quiet hour before we leave for Bern, I'll try to tell you what has happened for some of it is very important as you will see. The sale up the rine was perfect and I just sat and enjoyed it with all my might. Get Father's old guidebooks and read about it. I haven't words beautiful enough to describe it.

At Koblence we had a lovely time for some students from Bohn with whom Fred got acquainted on the boat, gave us a serenade. It was a moonlight night and about But one o'clock, flow and die were waked by the most delicious music under our windows. We flew up and hid behind the curtains, but Sly Peeps showed us Fred and the students singing away down below. It was the most romantic thing I ever saw. The river, the bridge of boats, the great fortress opposite, moonlight everywhere, and music fit to melt a heart of stone. When they were done, we threw them some flowers and saw them scramble for them, kissed their hands to the invisible ladies and go laughing away to smoke and drink beer, I suppose. Next morning, Fred showed me one of the crumpled flowers in his vest pocket and looked very sentimental. I laughed at him and said I didn't throw it but flow, which seemed to disgust him for he tossed it out of the window and turned sensible again. I'm afraid I'm going to have trouble with that boy. It begins to look like it. The baths at Nassau were very gay so was bad in badden. We're Fred lost some money and I scolded him. He needs someone to look after him when Frank is not with him. Kate said once she hoped he'd marry soon and I quite agreed with her that it would be well for him. Frank Furt was delightful. I saw Schiller's statue and Donaker's famous Ariatne. It was very lovely, but I should have enjoyed it more if I had known the story better. I didn't like to ask as everyone knew it or pretended they did. I wish Joe would tell me all about it. I ought to have read more for I find I don't know anything and it mortifies me. Now comes the serious part for it happened here and Fred is just gone. He has been so kind and jolly that we all got quite fond of him. I never thought of anything but a traveling friendship till the serenade night. Since then, I've begun to feel that the moonlight walks, balcony talks, and daily adventures were something more to him than fun. I haven't flirted, mother, truly, but remembered what you said to me, and have done my very best. I can't help it if people like me, I don't try to make them, and it worries me if I don't care for them, though Joe says I haven't got any heart. Now I know Mother will shake her head, and the girls say, oh, the mercenary little wretch, but I've made up my mind, and if Fred asks me, I shall accept him, though I'm not madly in love. I like him, and we get on comfortably together. He is handsome, young, clever enough, and very rich, ever so much richer than the Lawrence's. I don't think his family would object, and I should be very happy for they are all kind, well-bred, generous people, and they like me. Fred, as the eldest twin, will have the estate, I suppose, and such a splendid one it is. A city house in a fashionable street. Not so showy as our big houses, but twice as comfortable and full of solid luxury, such as English people believe in. I like it, for its genuine. I've seen the plate, the family jewels, the old servants, and pictures of the country place with its park, great house, lovely grounds, and fine horses. Oh, it would be all I should ask, and I'd rather have it than any title such as Girl's Snap-Up so readily and find nothing behind. I may be mercenary, but I hate poverty, and don't mean to bear it a minute longer than I can help. One of us must marry well. Make didn't? Joe won't. Beth can't yet. So I shall and make everything cozy all around. I wouldn't Mary a man I hated or despised. You may be sure of that. And though Fred is not my model hero, he does very well, and in time I should get fond enough of him if he was very fond of me and let me do just as I liked. So I've been turning the matter over in my mind the last week, for it was impossible to help seeing that Fred liked me. He said nothing, but little things showed it. He never goes with flow. Always get on my side of the carriage, table or promenade sentimental when we are alone, and frowns at anyone else who ventures to speak to me. Yesterday at dinner, when an Austrian officer scared at us, and then said something to his friend, a rakeish looking baron, Fred looked as fierce as a lion and cut his meat so savagely, it nearly flew off his plate. He isn't one of the cool stiff Englishmen, but his rather peppery, for he has scotch blood in him as one might guess from his bonny blue eyes. 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 office for letters. We had a charming time poking about the ruins. The vaults were the monster tonnis, and the beautiful gardens made by the Elector long ago for his English wife. I liked the great terrace best, for the view was divine, so while the rest went to see the rooms inside, I sat there trying to sketch the gray stone lion's head on the wall, with scarlet woodbine sprays hanging rounded. I felt as if I got into a romance sitting there, watching, listening to the music of the Austrian band below and waiting for my lover like a real storybook girl. I had a feeling that something was going to happen and I was ready for it. I didn't feel blushy or quaky but quite cool and only a little excited. and by, I heard Fred's voice, and then he came hurrying through the great arch to find me. He looked so troubled that I forgot all about myself and asked what the matter was. He said he just got a letter begging him to come home. For Frank was very ill, so he was going at once in the night train, and only had time to say goodbye. I was very sorry for him and disappointed for myself, but only for a minute because he said as he hands, and said it in a way that I could not mistake, I shall soon come back. You won't forget me, Amy. I didn't promise, but I looked at him, and he seemed satisfied. And there was no time for anything but messages and goodbyes, for he was often in hour, and we all miss him very much. I know he wanted to speak, but I think, from something he once hinted, that he had promised his father not to do anything of the sort yet a while, for he is a rash boy, and the old gentleman dreads a foreign daughter-in-law. We shall soon meet in Rome, and then, if I don't change my mind, I'll say, yes, you. When he says, will you please? Of course, this is all very private, but I wished you to know what was going on. Don't be anxious about me. Remember I am your prudent Amy, and be sure I will do nothing rashly. Send me as much advice as you like. I'll use it if I can. I wish I could see you for a good talk, Marmy.

Love and trust me.

Ever your Amy.