DEAR MISS ALCOTT,—We have just finished “Little Men,” and like it so much that we thought we would write and ask you to write another book sequel to “Little Men,” and have more about Laurie and Amy, as we like them the best. We are the Literary Club, and we got the idea from “Little Women.” We have a paper two sheets of foolscap and a half. There are four of us, two cousins and my sister and myself. Our assumed names are: Horace Greeley, President; Susan B. Anthony, Editor; Harriet B. Stowe, Vice-President; and myself, Anna C. Ritchie, Secretary. We call our paper the “Saturday Night,” and we all write stories and have reports of sermons and of our meetings, and write about the queens of England. We did not know but you would like to hear this, as the idea sprang from your book; and we thought we would write, as we liked your book _so_ much. And now, if it is not too much to ask of you, I wish you would answer this, as we are very impatient to know if you will write another book; and please answer soon, as Miss Anthony is going away, and she wishes very much to hear from you before she does. If you write, please direct to —— Street, Brooklyn, N.Y. Yours truly, ALICE ——. _Mailed to any address, postpaid, on receipt of the advertised price, by the Publishers,_ ROBERTS BROTHERS, BOSTON. PINK AND WHITE TYRANNY. A Society Novel. BY MRS. HARRIET BEECHER STOWE, AUTHOR OF “UNCLE TOM’S CABIN,” “THE MINISTER’S WOOING,” ETC. “Come, then, the colors and the ground prepare; Dip in the rainbow, trick her off in air; Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.” POPE. BOSTON: ROBERTS BROTHERS. 1871. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. CAMBRIDGE: PRESS OF JOHN WILSON AND SON. PREFACE. MY DEAR READER,—This story is not to be a novel, as the world understands the word; and we tell you so beforehand, lest you be in ill-humor by not finding what you expected. For if you have been told that your dinner is to be salmon and green peas, and made up your mind to that bill of fare, and then, on coming to the table, find that it is beefsteak and tomatoes, you may be out of sorts; _not_ because beefsteak and tomatoes are not respectable viands, but because they are not what you have made up your mind to enjoy.