Silver Pitchers

by Louisa May Alcott

Overview

From the author of "Little Women", this short story follows three young women who form a temperance society. Worried about their male friends’ alcohol consumption, Portia, Pauline, and Priscilla set about trying to convince the men in their town that life can still be fun, even when sober. The "Sweet P’s", as the girls are called, each wears an earring in the shape of a silver pitcher as a symbol of their society. The antithesis of the 2021 Oscar-winning film 'Another Round', 'Silver Pitchers explores the power of women to create change. Louisa May Alcott (1832 – 1888) was an American novelist, short story writer and poet. Having grown up in poverty, May Alcott was a passionate advocate for women's rights and abolitionist. She is best known as the author of the March Family Series: "Little Women", "Good Wives", "Little Men" and "Jo's Boys".

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9788726903058
Publisher:	Saga Egmont International
Publication date:	04/06/2022
Sold by:	De Marque
Format:	eBook
Pages:	30
File size:	507 KB

About the Author

Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888) was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel Little Women and its sequels Little Men and Jo's Boys. Raised by her transcendentalist parents, she grew up among many of the well-known intellectuals of the day such as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and Henry David Thoreau. Little Women is loosely based on Alcott's childhood experiences with her three sisters.

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TRANSCENDENTAL WILD OATS. A CHAPTER FROM AN UNWRITTEN ROMANCE. ON the first day of June, 184-, a large wagon, drawn by a small horse and containing a motley load, went lumbering over certain New England hills, with the pleasing accompaniments of wind, rain, and hail. A serene man with a serene child upon his knee was driving, or rather being driven, for the small horse had it all his own way. A brown boy with a William Penn style of countenance sat beside him, firmly embracing a bust of Socrates. Behind them was an energetic-looking woman, with a benevolent brow, satirical mouth, and eyes brimful of hope and courage. A baby reposed upon her lap, a mirror leaned against her knee, and a basket of provisions danced about at her leet, as she struggled with a large, unruly umbrella. Two blue- eyed little girls, with hands full of childish treasures, sat under one old shawl, chatting happily together. In front of this lively party stalked a tall, sharp- featured man, in a long blue cloak; and a fourth small girl trudged along beside him through the mud as if she rather enjoyed it. The wind whistled over the bleak hills; the rain fell in a despondent drizzle, and twilight began to falL Hut the cairn man gazed as tranquilly into the fog as if hebeheld a radiant bow of promise spanning the gray sky. The cheery woman tried to cover every one but herself with the big umbrella. The brown boy pillowed his head on the bald pate of Socrates and slumbered peacefully. The little girls sang lullabies to their dolls in soft, maternal murmurs. The sharp-nosed pedestrian marched steadily on, with the blue cloak streaming out behind him like a banner; and the lively infant splashed through the puddleswith a duck-like satisfaction pleasant to behold. Thus these modern pilgrims journeyed hop...