Chapter 33: Jo's Journal

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌⁠"NEW YORK, November.

"DEAR MARMEE AND BETH,—

"I'm going to write you a regular volume, for I've got heaps to tell, though I'm not a fine young lady travelling on the continent. When I lost sight of father's dear old face, I felt a trifle blue, and might have shed a briny drop or two, if an Irish lady with four small children, all crying more or less, hadn't diverted my mind; for I amused myself by d