Capitolo 1
Eight Cousins
of Louisa M. Alcott
Preface
The author is rather aware of the defects of this small history, many
of what inevitable was, as serially appeared before. But, as
The experiment of uncle Alec was understood to amuse the young people,
rather than to suggest instructive improvements for the
the consideration of the elders, she has trust that these defects want
is neglected from the friends of the Otto Cugini, and she will try
to make fines in a second volume that will try to show
The Rose in flower.
L.M.A.
Chapter 1 - Two Girls
Rose sat alone entirely in the great better living room, with her small
handkerchief placed ready to take the first torn wound, for her you/he/she was thinking
of his/her troubles, and for a shower was waited. You had retired to this
you lodge as a good place in that to be they put; for him it was dark and
anchor, full of ancient furniture, dark, and suspended curtains all around
with portraits of old solemn gentlemen in wigs, it severe-sniffed
gentleman in top-heavy berets and showy children in few counterweight-tailed
coats or short-waisted the cowls. It was an excellent place for the pain;
and the rain in capricious spring that has tapped on the window-glass seemed
to sob, "Cries away: I am with you."
Rose had some cause to really be sad; for her it didn't have mother,
and you/he/she had also lost lately his/her father that left her/it any house but this
with his/her great-aunts. You had only been with them a week, and,
although the dear old ladies you/they had tried better them to do her/it happy,
they had not succeeded very well, for her it was otherwise from their child
you/he/she had ever seen, and they felt a lot as if theirs had the care of a
dejected butterfly.
You/they had given her for Them the liberty of the house, and for one day or two
she was amused erring all on him, for him an old man of capital was
mansion, and it was full of every way of odd nooks, while enchanting
rooms and mysterious passages. Windows stormed out
unexpected places, the small balconies overhung more the garden
romantically, and there was a room superior and long flood of the curiosities