Louisa May Alcott

several streets. It was a beautiful day, and she did not care so very much just where she went, so long as she was having an adventure all by herself. Suddenly she came upon some children who said they were going to a nice tall ash heap to play. They asked her to join them. Louisa thought they were fine playmates, for when she grew hungry, they shared some cold potatoes and bread crusts with her. She would not have thought this much of a lunch in her mother's dining room,

but for an outdoor picnic, it did very well. When she tired of the ane, she bade the children good bye, thanked them for their kindness, and hop skip to the common, where she must have wandered about for hours, because all of a sudden it began to grow dark. Then she wanted to get home. She wanted her doll, her kitty, and her mother. It frightened her when she could not find any street that looked natural. She was hungry and tired too. She threw herself down on some door steps

to rest and to watch the lamp lighter. For you must remember this was long before there was any gas or electricity in Boston. At this moment, a big dog came along. He kissed her face and hands, and then sat down beside her with a sober look in his eyes, as if he were thinking, I guess, little girl, you need someone to take care of you. Poor tired Louisa leaned against his neck and was fast asleep in no time. The dog kept very still, he did not want to

wake her. Pretty soon the town crier went by. He was ringing a bell and reading in a loud voice from a paper in his hand, the description of a lost child. You see, Luisa's father and mother had missed her early in the forenoon and had looked for her in every place they could think of. Each hour they grew more worried, and at dusk they decided to hire this man to search the city. When the runaway woke up and heard what the man was shouting. Lost, lost, a little girl six years old in a pink frock,

white hat and new green shoes. She called out in the darkness, why that's me. The town choir took Louisa by the hand and led her home, where you may be sure she was welcomed with joy. Mister and missus Alcott, from first to last had had a good many frights about this flyaway Louisa. Once, when she was only two years old, they were traveling with her on a steamboat, and she darted away in some moment when no one was noticing her, and crawled into the engine room to

watch the machinery. Of course, her clothes were all grease and dirt, and she might have been caught in the machinery and hurt. You won't be surprised to know that. The next day, after this last affair, Louisa's parents made sure that she did not leave the house. Indeed, to be entirely certain of her whereabouts, they tied her to the leg of a big sofa for a whole day. Except for this one fault, Louisa was a good child, so she felt much ashamed that she had caused her mother,

whom she loved dearly, so much worry. As she sat there, tied to the sofa, she made up her mind that she would never frighten her so again. No, she would cure herself of the running away habit. After that day, whenever she felt the least desire to slip out of the house without asking permission, she would hurry to her own little room and shut the door tight. To keep her mind from bad plans, she would shut her eyes and make up stories, think them all out herself, you know.

Then when some of them seemed pretty good, she would write them down so that she would not forget them. By and by, she found she liked making stories better than anything she had ever done in her life. Her mother sometimes wondered why Luisa grew so fond of staying in her little chamber at the head of the stairs all of a sudden, but was pleased that the runaway child had changed into such a quiet, like to stay

at home girl. It was a long time before Luisa dared to mention the stories and rhymes she had hidden in her desk, but finally she told her mother about them, and when Missus Alcott had read them, she advised her to keep on writing. Luisa did so and became one of the best American story tellers. She wrote a number of books, and if you begin with Lulu's Library, you will want to read Little Men and Little Women and

all the books that dear Luisa Alcot ever wrote. At first, Louisa was paid but small sums for her writings, and as the Alcott family were poor, she taught school, did sewing, took care of children, or worked at anything, always with a merry smile, so long as it provided comforts for those she loved. When the Civil War broke out, she was anxious to do something to help, so she went

into one of the Union hospitals as a nurse. She worked so hard that she grew very ill, and her father had to go after her and bring her home. One of her books tells about her life in the hospital. It was soon after her return home that her books began to sell so well that she found herself for the first time in her life, with a great deal of money. There was enough to buy luxuries for the Alcott family. There was enough for her to travel, no doubt.

She got more happiness in traveling than some people, for she found boys and girls in England, France and Germany, reading the very book she herself, Luisa may Alcott, had written then too, at the age of fifty. She enjoyed venturing into new places just as well as she did the morning she sallied forth to Boston Common in her new green shoes and of Luisa may Alcott