was a capital little institution, and flourished wonderfully, for nearly as many queer things passed through it as through the real post officeTragedies and cravats, poetry and pickles, garden seeds and long letters, music and gingerbread, rubbers, invitations, scoldings, and puppiesThe old gentleman liked the fun, and amused himself by sending odd bundles, mysterious messages, and funny telegrams, and his gardener, who was smitten with Hannah's charms, actually sent a love letter to Jo's careHow they laughed when the secret came out, never dreaming how many love letters that little post office would hold in the years to come
CHAPTER ELEVEN

"The first of June! The Kings are off to the seashore tomorrow, and I'm freeThree months' vacation--how I shall enjoy it!" exclaimed Meg, coming home one warm day to find Jo laid upon the sofa in an unusual state of exhaustion, while Beth took off her dusty boots, and Amy made lemonade for the refreshment of the whole party
"Aunt March went today, for which, oh, be joyful!" said Jo"I was mortally afraid she'd ask me to go with herIf she had, I should have felt http://www.naluxury.com/product_345_Chanel-White-Quilted-Leather-CC-Logo-Purse.html" target="_blank as if I ought to do it, but Plumfield is about as gay as a churchyard, you know, and I'd rather be excusedWe had a flurry getting the old lady off, and I had a fright every time she spoke to me, for I was in such a hurry to be through that I was uncommonly helpful and sweet, and feared she'd find it impossible to part from meI quaked till she was fairly in the carriage, and had a final fright, for as it drove of, she popped out her head, saying, `Josyphine, won't you--?' I didn't hear any more, for I basely turned and fledI did actually run, and whisked round the corner whee I felt safe
"Poor old Jo! She came in looking as if bears were after her," said Beth, as she cuddled her sister's feet with a motherly air
"Aunt March is a regular samphire, is she not?" observed Amy, tasting her mixture critically
"She means vampire, not seaweed, but it doesn't matterIt's too warm to be particular about one's parts of speech," murmured Jo
"What shall you do all your vacation?" asked Amy, changing the subject with tact
"I shall lie abed late, and do nothing," replied Meg, from the depths of the rocking chair"I've http://www.muluxury.com/scategory_9_Louis-Vuitton.html" target="_blank been routed up early all winter and had to spend my days working for other people, so now I'm going to rest and revel to my heart's content
"No," said Jo, "that dozy way wouldn't suit meI've laid in a heap of books, and I'm going to improve my shining hours reading on my perch in the old apple tree, when I'm not having l
"Don't say `larks!'" implored Amy, as a return snub for the samphire' correction
"I'll say `nightingales' then, with LaurieThat's proper and appropriate, since he's a warbler
"Don't let us do any lessons, Beth, for a while, but play all the time and rest, as the girls mean to," proposed Amy
"Well, I will, if Mother doesn't mindI want to learn some new songs, and my children need fitting up for the summerThey are dreadfully out of order and really suffering for clothes
"May we, Mother?" asked Meg, turning to MrsMarch, who sat sewing in what they called `Marmee's corner'"You may try your experiment for a week and see how you like itI think by Saturday night you will find that all play and no work is as bad as all work and no play
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"I now propose a toast, as my `friend and pardner, Sairy Gamp', saysFun forever, and no grubbing!" cried Jo, rising, glass in hand, as the lemonade went round
They all drank it merrily, and began the experiment by lounging for the rest of the dayNext morning, Meg did not appear till ten o'clockHer solitary breakfast did not taste nice, and the room seemed lonely and untidy, for Jo had not filled the vases, Beth had not dusted, and Amy's books lay scattered aboutNothing was neat and pleasant but `Marmee's corner', which looked as usualAnd there Meg sat, to `rest and read', which meant to yawn and imagine what pretty summer dresses she would get with her salaryJo spent the morning on the river with Laurie and the afternoon reading and crying over The Wide, Wide World, up in the apple treeBeth began by rummaging everything out of the big closet where her family resided, but getting tired before half done, she left her establishment topsy-turvy and went to her music, rejoicing that she had no dishes to washAmy arranged her bower, put on her best white frock, smoothed her curls, and sat http://www.culuxury.com/scategory_30_Cartier-Watches.html" target="_blank down to draw under the honeysuckle, hoping someone would see and inquire who the young artist wasAs no one appeared but an inquisitive daddy-longlegs, who examined her work with interest, she went to walk, got caught in a shower, and came home dripping
At teatime they compared notes, and all agreed that it had been a delightful, though unusually long dayMeg, who went shopping in the afternoon and got a `sweet blue muslin, had discovered, after she had cut the breadths off, that it wouldn't wash, which mishap made her slightly crossJo had burned the skin off her nose boating, and got a raging headache by reading too longBeth was worried by the confusion of her closet and the difficulty of learning three or four songs at once, and Amy deeply regretted the damage done her frock, for Katy Brown's party was to be the next day and now like Flora McFlimsey, she had `nothing to wear'But these were mere trifles, and they assured their mother that the experiment was working finelyShe smiled, said nothing, and with Hannah's help did their neglected work, keeping home pleasant and the domestic machinery running http://www.enluxury.com/categorys_105_Chanel-Earrings_1.html" target="_blank smooth