Little Men

Little Men, by Louisa May Alcott - Akasha Classics, AkashaPublishing.Com - Please, sir, is this Plumfield? Asked a ragged boy of the man who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him. Yes. Who sent you?
Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady.
All right; go up to the house, and give it to her; she’ll see to you, little chap. The man spoke pleasantly, and the boy went on, feeling much cheered by the words. Through the soft spring rain that fell on sprouting grass and budding trees, Nat saw large square house before him a hospitable-looking house, with an old-fashioned porch, wide steps, and lights shining in many win-dows. Neither curtains nor shutters hid the cheerful glimmer; and, pausing a moment before he rang, Nat saw many little shadows dancing on the walls, heard the pleasant hum of young voices, and felt that it was hardly possible that the light and warmth and comfort within could be for a homeless little chap like him.