Gwen's Adventure in the Snow. Louisa May Alcott

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      GWEN'S ADVENTURE IN THE SNOW

      By

      LOUISA MAY ALCOTT

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       About Louisa May Alcott:

      Louisa May Alcott (November 29, 1832 – March 6, 1888) was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel Little Women (1868) and its sequels Little Men (1871) and Jo's Boys (1886). Raised by her transcendentalist parents, Abigail May and Amos Bronson Alcott in New England, she also grew up among many of the well-known intellectuals of the day such as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Henry David Thoreau and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

      Alcott's family suffered from financial difficulties, and while she worked to help support the family from an early age, she also sought an outlet in writing. She began to receive critical success for her writing in the 1860s. Early in her career, she sometimes used the pen name A. M. Barnard, under which she wrote novels for young adults that focused on spies, revenge, and cross dressers.

      Published in 1868, Little Women is set in the Alcott family home, Orchard House, in Concord, Massachusetts and is loosely based on Alcott's childhood experiences with her three sisters. The novel was very well received and is still a popular children's novel today, filmed several times.

      Alcott was an abolitionist and a feminist and remained unmarried throughout her life. She died from a stroke, two days after her father died, in Boston on March 6, 1888.

      Source: Wikipedia

      Gwen's Adventure in the Snow

      "Gwen, it looks so much like snow I think it would be wise to put off your sleighing party," said Mrs. Arnold, fretfully looking out at the heavy sky and streets still drifted by the last winter storm.

      "Not before night, Mamma. We don't mind its being cloudy; we like it, because the sun makes the snow so dazzling when we get out of town. We can't give it up now, for here comes Patrick with the boys." And Gwen ran down to welcome the big sleigh, which just then drove up with four jolly lads skirmishing about inside.

      "Come on!" called Mark, her brother, knocking his friends right and left to make room for the four girls who were to complete the party.

      "What do you think of the weather, Patrick?" asked Mrs. Arnold from the window, still undecided about the wisdom of letting her flock go off alone, Papa having been called away after the plan had been made.

      "Faith, Ma'am, it's an elegant day, if not fer the wind that's a trifle cold for the nose. I'll have me eye on the children, Ma'am, and there'll be no trouble at all, at all," replied the faithful coachman, lifting a red muffler around his face and patting little Gus on the shoulder as he sat proudly on the high seat holding the whip.

      "Be careful, dears, and come home early."

      With which parting caution Mamma shut the window and watched the young folks drive gaily away, little dreaming what would happen before they got back.

      The wind was more than a trifle cold, for when they got out of the city it blew across the open country in bitter blasts and made the bright little noses almost as red as the driver's whose face jutted cheerfully in the wind. The truth is, Patrick just loved driving at anytime, whether there was any danger or not.

      When the lively crew had gotten out into the open country, the coachman stopped near a snowdrift. The lads enjoyed themselves immensely snowballing one another, for the drifts were still fresh enough to furnish soft snow; and Mark, Bob, and Tony had many a friendly tussle in it as they went up hills or paused to rest the horses after a swift trot along a level bit of road.

      Little Gus helped drive till his hands were benumbed in spite of the new red mittens, and he had to descend among the girls, who were cuddled cozily under the warm robes, telling secrets, eating candy, and laughing at the older boys' pranks.

      Sixteen-year-old Gwendoline was matron of the party and kept excellent order among the girls, for Ruth and Alice were nearly her own age and Rita a most obedient younger sister.

      "I say, Gwen, we are going to stop at the summerhouse on the way home and get some nuts for this evening. Papa said we might, and some of the big walnuts too. I've got baskets, and while we fellows fill them, you girls can look 'round the house," said Mark when the exhausted young gentlemen returned to their seats.

      "That will be nice. I want to get some books, and Rita has been very anxious about one of her dolls, which she is sure was left in the nursery closet. If we are going to stop, we ought to be turning back, Pat, for it is beginning to snow and will be dark early," warned Gwen, suddenly realizing that great flakes were fast whitening the roads and the wind had risen to a gale.

      "Sure, and I will, miss dear, as soon as I can. But it's 'round a good bit we must go, for I couldn't be turning the sleigh without upsettin' the whole of you; it's that drifted. Rest easy, and I'll fetch up at the old place in half an hour," said Pat, who had lost his way and wouldn't own it, being embarrassed at the turn of events.