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Louisa May Alcott
balmy airs of

Sicily, the oranges, the flowers. Then a delicious month or two at
Sorrento, with no east winds, no slush, no spring cleaning. We shall be
as merry as grigs, and get as buxom as dairy-maids in a month,' said the
sprightly Amanda.
'You promised to go, and if you back out we are lost, for we must have
a duenna. You can lie round in Europe just as well as here, and I have
no doubt it will do you a world of good,' added Matilda.
'I shall keep my word; but you will bury me in the Atlantic, so make up
your minds to it. Do you suppose that I, a poor, used-up old invalid,
who can't look at a sail-boat without a qualm, can survive thirty days of
standing on my head, and thirty nights of sail-splitting, as we go
slamming and lurching across two or three awful oceans?' demanded
Lavinia, with the energy of despair.
Before anyone could reply, Amanda's little Mercury appeared with a
note.
'The "Wasp" will not take passengers, and no other fruit-ship sails this
spring,' read Amanda.
'Oh dear!' sighed Matilda.
'Saved!' cried Lavinia.
'Be calm: we shall go, sooner or later, if I buy a ship and sail her
myself;' with which indomitable remark Amanda went forth to grapple
with and conquer untoward circumstances.
A month of plans, vicissitudes, and suspense followed, during which
Amanda strove manfully; Matilda suffered agonies of hope and fear;
and Lavinia remained a passive shuttlecock, waiting to be tossed
wherever Fate's battledore chose to send her.
'Exactly two weeks from to-day, we sail with a party of friends in the
French steamer "Lafayette," from New York for Brest. Will you be
ready?' demanded Amanda, after a protracted wrestle with aforesaid

adverse circumstances.
'But that is exactly what we didn't mean to do. It's expensive and
fashionable; France and not Italy, north and not south.'
'That's because I'm in the party. If you take a Jonah nothing will go well.
Leave me behind, and you will have a charming trip,' said Lavinia, who
had an oyster-like objection to being torn from her bed.
'No matter, we are going, live or die, sink or swim; and I shall expect to
meet you, all booted and spurred and fit for the fight, April first,' said
the unwavering Amanda.
'A most appropriate day for three lone women to start off on a
wild-goose chase after health and pleasure,' groaned Lavinia from
among her pillows.
'Very well, then; I leave you now, and shall expect to meet on the
appointed day?'
'If I'm spared,' answered the sufferer.
'I'll bring her, never fear,' added the sanguine Mat, as she rattled the
trays out of an immense trunk.
How they ever did it no one knows; but in a week everything was ready,
and the sisters had nothing left to do but to sit and receive the presents
that showered upon them from all quarters. How kind everyone was, to
be sure! Six fine dressing-cases arrived, and were hung upon the walls;
four smelling-bottles--one for each nostril; bed-socks, rigolettes,
afghans, lunch-baskets, pocket-flasks, guide-books, needle-cases,
bouquets in stacks, and a great cake with their names on top in red and
blue letters three inches long.
Friendly fingers sewed for them; even the gentlemen of the house--and
there were eight--had a 'bee,' and hemmed handkerchiefs for Mat,
marked towels; and one noble being actually took off his coat and
packed the trunks in layers of mosaic-work wonderful to behold. A

supper celebrated the last evening; and even the doleful Lavinia,
touched by such kindness, emerged from her slough of despond and
electrified the ball by dancing a jig with great spirit and grace.
Devoted beings were up at dawn to share the early breakfast, lug trunks,
fly up and down with last messages, cheer heartily as the carriage drove
off, and then adjourn en masse to the station, there to shake hands all
round once more, and wave and wring handkerchiefs as the train at last
bore the jocund Mat and the resigned Lavinia toward the trysting-place
and Amanda.
All along the route more friends kept bursting into the cars as they
stopped at different places; more gifts, more hand-shakes and kisses,
more good wishes and kind prophecies, till at last in a chaos of smiles,
tears, smelling-bottles, luncheon, cloaks, books, and foot-warmers, the
travellers left the last friendly face behind and steamed away to New
York.
'How de-licious this is!' cried the untravelled Matilda, as they stepped
upon the deck of the 'Lafayette,' and she sniffed the shippy fragrance
that caused Lavinia to gasp and answer darkly,--
'Wait till to-morrow.'
While Mat surveyed the steamer under the care of Devoted Being No.
10, who appeared to see them off, Lavinia arranged the stateroom,
stowing away
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