Richard March was not a young man, but he went into the army. That Christmas, his wife and their four daughters were alone.
"Christmas won't be Christmas this year," said Jo. "We haven't got any money, and so we can't give anything to anyone."
"It's sad when you're poor," said Meg, the oldest girl. She looked down at her old dress.
"Some girls have plenty of pretty things, and other girls have nothing at all. It isn't fair," said young Amy.
"We've got father and mother and ea ...