Mountain-Laurel and Maidenhair — Edition Insights

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Alcott, Louisa May, 1832-1888 Project Gutenberg 2011 Not confirmed
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This editorial note examines Louisa May Alcott's diction and dialogue in a story where an invalid girl and a farmhouse servant form an unlikely friendship, highlighting how regional speech, domestic details, and a debate about poetic ambition reveal character without moralizing.
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There was so much compassion and good-will in the face and voice, that Emily accepted the offer, and let Rebecca arrange a cushion behind her; then, while the one ate daintily, and the other stirred about an inner room, the talk went on,--for two girls are seldom long silent when together.

"I think the air is going to suit me, for I slept all night and never woke till Mamma had been up ever so long and got things all nicely settled," said Emily, graciously, when the fresh strawberries had been enjoyed, and the bread and butter began to vanish.

"I'm real glad you like it: most folks do, if they don't mind it being plain and quiet up here. It's gayer down at the hotel, but the air ain't half so good, and delicate folks generally like our old place best," answered Becky, as she tossed over a mattress and shook out the sheets with a brisk, capable air pleasant to see.

"I wanted to go to the hotel, but the doctor said it would be too noisy for me, so Mamma was glad to find rooms here. I didn't think a farm-house _could_ be so pleasant. That view is perfectly splendid!" and Emily sat up to gaze delightedly out of the window, below which spread the wide intervale, through which the river ran with hay-fields on either side, while along the green slopes of the hills lay farm-houses with garden plots, and big barns waiting for the harvest; and beyond, the rocky, wooded pastures dotted with cattle and musical with cow-bells, brooks, and birds.

A balmy wind kissed a little color into the pale cheeks, the listless eyes brightened as they looked, and the fretful lines vanished from lips that smiled involuntarily at the sweet welcome Nature gave the city child come to rest and play and grow gay and rosy in her green lap.

Becky watched her with interest, and was glad to see how soon the new-comer felt the charm of the place, for the girl loved her mountain home, and thought the old farm-house the loveliest spot in the world.

"When you get stronger I can show you lots of nice views round here. There's a woodsy place behind the house that's just lovely. Down by the laurel bushes is _my_ favorite spot, and among the rocks is a cave where I keep things handy when I get a resting-spell now and then, and want to be quiet. Can't get much at home, when there's boarders and five children round in vacation time."

Becky laughed as she spoke, and there was a sweet motherly look in her plain face, as she glanced at the three little red heads bobbing about the door-yard below, where hens cackled, a pet lamb fed, and the old white dog lay blinking in the sun.

"I like children; we have none at home, and Mamma makes such a baby of me I'm almost ashamed sometimes. I want her to have a good rest now, for she has taken care of me all winter and needs it. You shall be my nurse, if I need one; but I hope to be so well soon that I can see to myself. It's so tiresome to be ill!" and Emily sighed as she leaned back among her pillows, with a glance at the little glass which showed her a thin face and shorn head.

"It must be! I never was sick, but I have taken care of sick folks, and have a sight of sympathy for 'em. Mother says I make a pretty good nurse, being strong and quiet," answered Becky, plumping up pillows and folding towels with a gentle despatch which was very grateful to the invalid, who had dreaded a noisy, awkward serving-maid.

"Never ill! how nice that must be! I'm always having colds and headaches, and fusses of some kind. What do you do to keep well, Rebecca?" asked Emily, watching her with interest, as she came in to remove the tray.

"Nothing but work; I haven't time to be sick, and when I'm tuckered out, I go and rest over yonder. Then I'm all right, and buckle to again, as smart as ever;" and every freckle in Becky's rosy face seemed to shine with cheerful strength and courage.

"I'm 'tuckered out' doing nothing," said Emily, amused with the new expression, and eager to try a remedy which showed such fine results in this case. "I shall visit your pet places and do a little work as soon as I am able, and see if it won't set me up. Now I can only dawdle, doze, and read a little. Will you please put those books here on the table? I shall want them by-and-by."

From the opening exchange between Emily and Rebecca, Alcott establishes character through contrasting speech patterns. Emily speaks in languid, appreciative phrases—'I have not much appetite, and can't eat if things are not nice and pretty'—while Becky's dialect is marked by contractions and colloquialisms: 'Our laurel is jest in blow, and I'm real glad you come in time to see it.' The mismatch in vocabulary and rhythm immediately signals their different stations and temperaments, yet the dialogue also conveys mutual goodwill. Becky's offer to 'bring you a lot, as soon's ever I get time' is both practical and warm, while Emily's request for 'that blue one' reveals a preference for aesthetics over utility. These early lines do more than introduce characters; they dramatize the tension between refinement and rustic simplicity that runs through the narrative.

Dialect as a Marker of Place and Class

Alcott uses dialect sparingly but precisely to root the story in a specific rural setting. Becky's speech includes dropped g's ('fixin',' 'goin'), nonstandard verb forms ('I done'), and regional contractions ('ain't,' 'jest'). These are not merely decorative; they contrast with Emily's more standard English, which itself carries a slightly formal, bookish tone. When Becky says, 'I'm real glad you like it: most folks do, if they don't mind it being plain and quiet up here,' the word 'plain' echoes the farmhouse's simplicity, while her syntax—the double negative and dropped auxiliary—marks her as a local. Alcott avoids overdoing the dialect; it appears in natural rhythms rather than phonetic spelling, making it readable while still evoking place. The effect is to ground the friendship in a believable social geography, where language difference is an obstacle that kindness can bridge.

Domestic Objects as Emotional Anchors

Alcott invests ordinary household items with emotional weight. The 'ugly crockery cup and saucer' that Becky replaces with 'pretty china ones' is a small act of deference, but it also signals Becky's attentiveness to Emily's needs. Later, the 'glass of rosy laurel and delicate maidenhair fern' on the breakfast tray becomes a recurring symbol: the wild mountain plant brought indoors for a sick girl. Alcott describes the flowers with botanical precision—'rosy laurel' and 'maidenhair fern'—but also with a touch of sentiment, as Emily's eyes brighten at the sight. These objects are not mere props; they carry the story's themes of care, adaptation, and the exchange between the natural and the domestic. The 'blue cup' that Emily requests is a small assertion of taste, while Becky's willingness to fetch it shows her practical empathy. Through such details, Alcott builds a world where material things reflect inner states.

The Debate Over Poetic Ambition

A central scene in the excerpts involves Mrs. Spenser gently discouraging the girls' plan for Becky to become a poet. Alcott renders this as a nuanced conversation, not a simple moral lesson. Mrs. Spenser's speech is measured and literary—she quotes Emerson's 'So near is grandeur to our dust'—but her advice is practical: 'First live, then write.' Becky's reaction is complex: her face grows 'pale and serious, even a little sad,' yet she resolves to 'settle right down and do my work cheerful.' Alcott does not let the mother's wisdom go unchallenged; Emily protests, 'How can you spoil it all?' The authorial stance is ambiguous: the narrative validates Mrs. Spenser's caution, but it also records the 'courage and confidence' that spring up in Becky. The scene thus dramatizes a genuine conflict between aspiration and duty, without reducing either side to caricature. The 'verses timidly offered by Becky' are never quoted, leaving their quality uncertain—a deliberate choice that keeps the focus on the characters' hopes rather than on literary judgment.

Silence and Unspoken Understanding

Alcott often conveys emotion through what is not said. When Becky listens to Mrs. Spenser, her face grows 'pale and serious,' but her verbal response is brief: 'Thank you, ma'am! I will remember.' The narrative then notes that 'her eyes shone, her lips were firm'—physical details that imply an inner resolve not fully articulated. Similarly, the earlier scene where the girls 'groped their way home hand in hand, leaving another secret for the laurels to keep' suggests a bond that words cannot capture. Alcott uses the natural setting—the laurels, the dark—as a repository for unspoken feelings. This restraint is characteristic of her style: she trusts readers to infer the emotional weight from gesture and context. The result is a story that feels both intimate and reserved, where the most important exchanges happen in the spaces between dialogue.

Readers attentive to Alcott's craft will notice how she balances sentiment with realism. The invalid's recovery is not miraculous, and the farmhouse remains a place of hard work. The friendship between Emily and Becky develops through small acts—a rearranged cushion, a shared secret—rather than grand declarations. Alcott's prose is plain but not artless; every dialect phrase and domestic object serves to deepen character and theme. This story rewards a slow reading that savors the texture of its language and the quiet drama of its moral choices.

That bit about recognizing someone through their own words stayed with me long after closing it. It made me think of Norman Vallery, too—how quiet choices and plain speech can show a person’s heart more gently than any grand statement. Norman Vallery; or, How to Overcome Evil with Good — Story, Setting & Ideas lingers in that same soft, unhurried way, like a conversation you’re not quite ready to leave.

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