Jo's Story

Jo's Story

by Susan Beth Pfeffer
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Jo's Story by Susan Beth Pfeffer

Tomboy Jo March would rather die than spend time with wealthy, proper Aunt March. She’d much rather race against the boys at school or star in all the swashbuckling plays she writes. But when Aunt March offers to adopt one of the March sisters to help ease the family money problems, Jo decides to make the ultimate sacrifice. She’ll tear herself away from her beloved sisters and parents–if it means they’ll have a better life. She’s determined to become the perfect lady. Now Jo has to convince her family that she’s sincere about her decision by taking on a role that may be too difficult to act.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780440413486
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 08/14/2001
Series: Portraits of Little Women Series
Pages: 112
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.68(h) x 0.32(d)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Susan Beth Pfeffer is the author of both middle-grade and young adult fiction. Her middle-grade novels include Nobody’s Daughter and its companion, Justice for Emily. Her highly praised The Year Without Michael is an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, an ALA YALSA Best of the Best, and a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year.

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"Josephine! Josephine March!"

Jo March sighed and turned to face Aunt March. Only Aunt March called her Josephine, and only Aunt March used that tone of voice with her.

"Yes, Aunt March?" she asked.

"What is that book in your hand?" Aunt March demanded.

"It's Oliver Twist, Aunt," Jo replied. "By Charles Dickens."

"I know who wrote Oliver Twist, young lady," said Aunt March. "That book came off my shelves, did it not?"

"Yes, Aunt March," Jo said. Aunt March's library was the best thing about visiting her great-aunt. Actually, Aunt March's library was the only thing Jo enjoyed about visiting her great-aunt. But visit she must, or so her parents said.

"Oliver Twist is not suitable reading matter for a child," proclaimed Aunt March. "Put it back on the shelves."

"But Father reads Dickens to us all the time," Jo said. "He's read us David Copperfield and Little Dorrit and A Christmas Carol. The Pickwick Papers is my favorite book of all. But I've never read Oliver Twist, and I've always wanted to. Please let me borrow it."

"Perhaps your father agrees with me that Oliver Twist is unsuitable for such a young girl," said Aunt March.

"I'm not so young," Jo said. "I'm ten already."

"And a rude young girl, at that," Aunt March declared. "I sometimes wonder what kind of manners your parents are teaching you."

"Father and Marmee are the best parents in the world," said Jo angrily. "Don't you speak againstthem."

"And don't you use that tone with me, young lady," Aunt March said. "Have your parents never taught you to respect your elders?"

"Of course they have," Jo said.

"Then the fault must lie with you and not them," said Aunt March, "for I'm sure you're showing me no respect at all."

Jo could have kicked herself. All she wanted was to get this visit over with as fast as she possibly could. That meant not quarreling with Aunt March. Jo had simply become so excited when she'd found the copy of Oliver Twist, she'd forgotten her mission of getting in and out in a half hour's time.

"I'm sorry, Aunt March," said Jo, and she was sorry--sorry she'd aroused Aunt March's wrath, since it meant she'd be there for at least another ten minutes and would probably go home without the precious Dickens volume to read.

"I will never understand why you can't be more like your sister Margaret," said Aunt March. "Now, there's a girl your parents can be proud of. She's every inch a lady."

"Yes, Aunt March," Jo said. She tried to hide the copy of Oliver Twist in the folds of her skirt. "Meg is a lady."

"You could learn something from your sister Beth as well," said Aunt March. "Quiet as a church mouse and never causing any trouble."

"Yes, Aunt March," Jo said.

"Even little Amy could teach you a thing or two," said Aunt March. "She is such a darling child, so pretty and artistic. Not at all the sort of child who talks back."

"Yes, Aunt March," Jo said for what felt like the hundredth time. Of course Aunt March had a point. Meg was a lady--always polite, always willing to help others. Beth was a dear, sweet and kind--everyone loved her. Amy was pretty and artistic, and even if she drove Jo to distraction, she was the sort of child Aunt March would favor.

And Jo was just the sort of girl that Aunt March would want to improve. Jo was sharp-tongued, quick-tempered, and boyish.

"I suppose your parents have done as good a job as they could raising you girls, having so little money and so many ideals," Aunt March declared. "Your sisters, at least, are a credit to them."

"I'll try to be better," said Jo. "I want to be a credit to Marmee and Father."

Aunt March shook her head. "I've heard you make that promise a hundred times before, Josephine," she said, "but I've rarely seen you live up to it."

"It's hard," Jo blurted out. "I'm not Meg and I'm not Beth and I'm not Amy. Goodness comes so easily to them. To Meg and Beth, at least. And people always forgive Amy her mistakes because of her blond curls and pretty ways."

"You might not have Amy's blond curls," said Aunt March, "but couldn't you learn from her pretty ways?"

Jo thought about it for a moment. "No," she said, "I don't think I could."

Aunt March stared at Jo, and then, much to Jo's surprise, she laughed out loud. "I suspect you're right," she said. "Very well. You've paid your old aunt her visit. You may go home now."

"Thank you, Aunt March," Jo said. She walked over to her aunt and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"But give me back Oliver Twist," said Aunt March. "When I speak to your parents next, I'll ask them if they approve of it for you. If the answer is yes, you may borrow it the next time you visit me."

"Oh, thank you, Aunt," said Jo, knowing that was far better than she could have hoped for. And the visit was over. It was all she could do to keep from skipping out of her great-aunt's house as she escaped and turned toward home.

Copyright 2001 by Susan Beth Pfeffer

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