"i'm not! and if turning up my hair makes me one, i'll wear it in two tails till i'm twenty," cried jo, pulling off her net, and shaking down a chestnut mane. "i hate to think i've got to grow up, and be miss march, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a china aster! it's bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when i like boy's games and work and manners! i can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy. and it's worse than ever now, for i'm dying to go and fight with papa. and i can only stay home and knit, like a poky old woman!" Get the answer
Category: art | Author: Sagi Boris