There were no servants, for the little daughters were Mrs. Bassett's only maids, and the stout boys helped their father, all working happily together with no wages but love, learning in the best manner the use of the heads and hands with which they were to make their own way in the world.
Louisa May Alcott
illustrated by Holly Johnson 1974
My sister was born when I was fifteen and that year Thanksgiving dinner fell on me to prepare. I loved it- baking bread, making pies from scratch, the turkey, everything. Of course I had modern conveniences, only one little brother under foot and my mom in the next room for help, but I can relate to Tilly and her desire to be substitute "mother hen".