I take it you have read Little Women to be reading this, well at the begining all the characters are described, Beth's is mainly about all her dolls and one 'sorry wreak' she got from Jo that had been banished to the bottom of the rag bag. This is my idea of how she got it.

Enjoy!


"Ha ha, dolly goes swim!" screamed a small Jo as her doll was put in a stream her mother had taken her and her sister Meg to.

"Dear one, don't be so rough with her, look her arm is coming off, and her poor head….. Do be careful!" cried a pregnant Marmee as the poor doll took a tumble downwards.

Jo continued never less, and enjoyed her day with her 'dolly'.

Soon after a new baby March was born, Elizabeth, she was a small, happy, serene baby who Hannah the maid said would be a 'good little housewife in the future' and her parents agreed.

Her older sister enjoyed looking after and holding Beth as she was that little bit older than Jo, and Jo, she just enjoyed someone being younger than her! And all the hopes and dreams an 'older' sister has such as less attention on her when she accidentally knocked something over and blaming 'babbie' for everything.

When Beth was older, she too was taken to the stream with Jo, Meg, and a tiny Amy. She enjoyed playing with Jo and the dolly. This time, the poor doll went on its worst 'adventure' and was almost thrown away into the rag bag.

Jo and Beth were making the doll a boat to float in just like 'The Lady of Shallot' as she made her final journey down the lake. The boat was a big green leaf, and the mast a stick with a rose petal as the sail. All was going well until that fateful moment when Jo went to put the boat in the water. Alas, why give Jo that precious load? She did not mean too, but, it must have been fate. Just as Jo was to put the most sea worthy boat on the sea of life, she tripped! Down fell the boat and he precious load onto the ground. Of coarse the boat would fall onto the grassy ban, but the poor doll, she fell to her fate on the sharp hard rocks right next to the soft grass. As she fell she seemed to push out her arms to protect herself. However, at the last moment, she tumbled over, and did the loop de loop and landed on her…… poor head! How Beth and Jo cried over her, for nothing could save her now. The whole top of her head had smashed and come of like she was a boiled egg. The china of her head lay around and silently Beth picked up each piece and lovingly put each piece in her pocket handkerchief. Never was a doll so mourned. The whole family offered their condolences for her.

Jo as a matter of respect for the poor thing wrote a poem, showing that even at the tender age of eight she had a talent for writing.

"Dearest little dolly of mine

Amongst the green and yellow pine

Who fell upon that fateful day,

In the month of May."

"Had we never made that boat

So that she could just float

Amongst the weeds that grew so tall

And alas! that terrible fall!"

And then came the tears!

How Beth and Jo did cry. The doll was banished to the bottom of the rag bag, never it was thought to be played with again. That is until Beth realised.

Having taken the handkerchief with the pieces of head to her box in the attic and crying over the misfortune she went back down stairs and dolly was gone!

"Where dolly?"

"Gone to the rag bag my dear, she is no use to any one now."

"NO!"

Beth ran and found the rag bag and got poor dolly out.

"I look after you!" She told it with a solemn promise for evermore. She carried the poor thing to her room and saw a little cap of a doll on the floor. Picking it up carefully, she put it on the doll.

Many many years after this sad but joyous event, one of Beth's sisters sat in the attic looking in her box. Her name was Jo and her dearest sister had left the world for a better one with Him. Her hand was moving around the insides of the box, not for anything particular, simply to remember all the joyous times they had together, when she felt something soft. Bringing it out she discovered it was a handkerchief. Jo opened it, in it lay the pieces of a china dolls head. The first doll Beth had saved. The first doll Jo had had. Memories of this time overtook her, and all she could do was cry.


I wrote a poem for you! Please review, talk about my lousy rhymes if you must! But review!

Also views on whether I should continue you this with dolls she got from Meg and Amy, Yes? No?