Do you know what we need?
Seriously Philippa is a wonderful character in Anne of the Island (and the sequels beyond). She is lively, witty and foremost she is hilarious. Philippa is a superior beauty, rich, belle of the ball and what a comic. Remember the part when she was in a bus and lost her coin and panicked (nothing is more relatable) oh my and okay, I don´t support killing cats with chloroform or any other way, she terribly failed thank goodness, but it was all so funny (and Anne got to keep the cat yey!) then there were those two rich fellows she couldn´t decide which one she liked more and what about her romance with young handsome-not-so-handsome priest Jonas? Philippa is all like “
Philippa we got you covered and I just want to see that romance.
Yes, 9 year old me was shipping them like crazy and super happy when they became a missionary couple and traveled to the other side of the world together.
Folks who complain that Friedrich forced Jo to open a school or prevented Jo from writing REALLY should READ Little Women. ...just saying
Now, my dear people,“ continued Jo earnestly, "just understand that this isn’t a new idea of mine, but a long cherished plan. Before my Fritz came, I used to think how, when I’d made my fortune, and no one needed me at home, I’d hire a big house, and pick up some poor, forlorn little lads who hadn’t any mothers, and take care of them, and make life jolly for them before it was too late. I see so many going to ruin for want of help at the right minute, I love so to do anything for them, I seem to feel their wants, and sympathize with their troubles, and oh, I should so like to be a mother to them!” “I told my plan to Fritz once, and he said it was just what he would like, and agreed to try it when we got rich. Bless his dear heart, he’s been doing it all his life–helping poor boys, I mean, not getting rich, that he’ll never be. Money doesn’t stay in his pocket long enough to lay up any. But now, thanks to my good old aunt, who loved me better than I ever deserved, I’m rich, at least I feel so, and we can live at Plumfield perfectly well, if we have a flourishing school. It’s just the place for boys, the house is big, and the furniture strong and plain. There’s plenty of room for dozens inside, and splendid grounds outside. They could help in the garden and orchard. Such work is healthy, isn’t it, sir? Then Fritz could train and teach in his own way, and Father will help him. I can feed and nurse and pet and scold them, and Mother will be my stand-by. I’ve always longed for lots of boys, and never had enough, now I can fill the house full and revel in the little dears to my heart’s content. Think what luxury– Plumfield my own, and a wilderness of boys to enjoy it with me.” (Little Women, chapter 47, Harvest time)
Little Women 2018 Ian Bohen as Prof Bhaer.
I read that, and I think to myself, She has a sorrow, she is lonely, she would find comfort in true love. I haf a heart full, full for her. Shall I not go and say, 'If this is not too poor a thing to gif for what I shall hope to receive, take it in Gott's name?'"
"And so you came to find that it was not too poor, but the one precious thing I needed," whispered Jo.
"I had no courage to think that at first, heavenly kind as was your welcome to me. But soon I began to hope, and then I said, 'I will haf her if I die for it,' and so I will!" cried Mr. Bhaer, with a defiant nod, as if the walls of mist closing round them were barriers which he was to surmount or valiantly knock down.
Jo thought that was splendid, and resolved to be worthy of her knight, though he did not come prancing on a charger in gorgeous array.
"What made you stay away so long?" she asked presently, finding it so pleasant to ask confidential questions and get delightful answers that she could not keep silent.
"It was not easy, but I could not find the heart to take you from that so happy home until I could haf a prospect of one to gif you, after much time, perhaps, and hard work. How could I ask you to gif up so much for a poor old fellow, who has no fortune but a little learning?"
Fritz Bhaer, Little Women, 1869, Louisa May Alcott
“When did you begin” asked Rose, smiling in spite of herself at his unflattering honesty.
How can I tell? perhaps it began there, though, for that talk set us writing, and the letters showed me what a beautiful soul you had. I loved that first - it was so quick to recognize good things, to use them when they came, and give thou again as unconsciously as a flower does it´s breath. I longed for you to come home, and wanted you to find me altered for the better in some way as I had found you. And when you came it was very easy to see why I needed you - to love you entirely and tell you so. That is all Rose.
- Mac Campbell, Rose in Bloom, 1879, Louisa May Alcott
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