grow dark they all piled on to the sofa about the Professor, while he told charming fairy stories of the storks on the chimney-tops, and the little 'Kobolds,' who ride the snow-flakes as they fall. I wish Americans were as simple and natural as Germans, don't you?
"I'm so fond of writing, I should go spinning on forever if motives of economy didn't stop me; for though I've used thin paper, and written fine, I tremble to think of the stamps this long letter will need. Pray forward Amy's as soon as you can spare them. My small news will sound very flat after her splendors, but you will like them, I know. Is Teddy studying so hard that he can't find time to write to his friends? Take good care of him for me, Beth, and tell me all about the babies, and give heaps of love to every one.
"From your faithful Jo.
"P. S. On reading over my letter, it strikes me as rather Bhaery; but I'm always interested in odd people, and I really had nothing else to write about. Bless you."
"My Precious Betsey:
"As this is to be a scribble-scrabble letter, I direct it to you, for it may amuse you, and give you some idea of my goings on; for, though quiet, they are rather amusing, for which, oh, be joyful! After what Amy would call Herculaneum efforts, in the way of mental and moral agriculture, my young ideas begin to shoot, and my little twigs to bend, as I could wish. They are not so interesting to me as Tina and the
