Chapter 16: XV

XV A Telegram “November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year,” said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden. “That’s the reason I was born in it,” observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose. “If something very pleasant should happen now, we should think it a delightful month,” said Beth, who took a hopeful view of everything, even November. “I dare say; but nothing pleasant ever does happen in th…