- •I've got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns,
- •I like your nice manners and refined ways of speaking, when
- •Voice, and a peaceful expression which was seldom disturbed. Her
- •If the idea was suggested by the sight of her own pretty hands,
- •I rather think she hasn't got any," said her mother.
- •Very still while the pages were softly turned, and the winter
- •I know," said Meg, with a frown for Jo and a smile for Beth.
- •It the minute I was up, and I'm so glad, for mine is the handsomest
- •It. The stage was dark and the glow of the furnace had a fine
- •I need thee!"
- •In his boots, Hugo departed, and Hagar informed the audience that
- •In the ruins.
- •I'm eighteen perhaps, but two years is an everlasting time to wait."
- •It's no fun to go sailing round. I like to fly about and cut capers."
- •Into any scrapes, if I can help it. Now go and answer your note,
- •I've made a mess," groaned poor Jo, regarding the little black
- •Is my sash right? And does my hair look very bad?" said Meg, as
- •It was on the tip of Jo's tongue to ask, but she checked
- •I burn my frocks, and I scorched this one, and though it's nicely
- •Ice for Jo, and was so obliging that even particular Meg pronounced
- •It will be perfectly splendid, if Mother only lets me go," answered
- •It's a shame!"
- •In carriages and ice cream and high-heeled slippers,
- •Industry, and independence, their parents consented, and
- •It was, she had no idea as yet, but left it for time to tell
- •It lullabies and never went to bed without kissing its dirty
- •In the family. The two older girls were a great deal to one
- •I like to think about them afterward, if they are real and not too
- •It and the fourth, that even carnelian rings were not so valuable as
- •In one hand and a shovel in the other.
- •Into their garden, where Beth and Amy were snow-balling one another.
- •I can't help watching it. I haven't got any mother, you know."
- •It this ever so long. We haven't been here a great while, you know,
- •Impossible not to take her blunt speeches as kindly as they were
- •Is out, so you needn't be afraid," said Laurie, getting up.
- •I'm only afraid you are very tired of talking to me. It was so
- •It suited her exactly.
- •Very attractive in the big house on the other side of the hedge.
- •Is going to be our Palace Beautiful."
- •It. She went once with Jo, but the old gentleman, not being
- •Impart the glorious news to her family of invalids, as the girls
- •Voices screamed . . .
- •Very handsome ones they are, too," cried Jo, who resented any
- •In the sting of the thought, "I shall have to tell at home, and they
- •It if anyone had told her."
- •I'll never forgive you as long as I live."
- •It was a dreadful calamity, and she felt that it never could be
- •I think, you were so sensible in covering and getting her home
- •If I could do anything when I'm in a passion. I get so savage, I
- •I just go away for a minute, and give myself a little shake for
- •Virtues I would have my little girls possess, for I was their
- •It? The violet silk would be so nice. Oh, dear!"
- •Visit rather reluctantly, fearing that Margaret would come back
- •Vanity, and false pride, for the few loving words had done her
- •I admire to do it, and you'd be a regular little beauty with a
- •If Meg had not rebelled. They laced her into a sky-blue dress,
- •I'm nowhere beside you, for Belle has heaps of taste, and you're
- •I don't like your gown, but I do think you are just splendid."
- •Very soon though she would not own why.
- •In the light of a pleasant addition to the party.
- •Visit may have done you, Meg."
- •It was thought proper to have one, and as all of the girls
- •Invited to attend.
- •Is to offer him a place here, and make him welcome if he comes."
- •In the most engaging manner, "Mr. President and ladies--I beg pardon,
- •In the lower corner of the garden, a fine, spacious building with
- •It was some time before order could be restored. A long discussion
- •It. I think by Saturday night you will find that all play and no
- •In the afternoon and got a 'sweet blue muslin', had discovered,
- •In the air affected her, and more than once her tranquility was much
- •In fact it was an immense relief to them all to have a little
- •Islands floating in a sea of cream. Miss Crocker tasted first, made
- •If you want it."
- •Inaudibly at the recollection of Jo's dinner party, for she had
- •In spite of poverty."
- •It will make fun, and I don't mind being a guy if I'm comfortable."
- •In time, colored up to her forehead and stood a minute, hammering
- •Is seldom dyspeptic, and exercise develops wholesome appetites.
- •I'm no end obliged to you. What shall we do when we can't eat
- •Very funny when well done, and makes a perfect jumble of tragical
- •If you can take it up,' for she wanted to restore the poor things
- •In turn, and the person who draws at the number has to answer
- •In her the virtue he lacked himself.
- •In the presence of the accomplished young lady beside her.
- •I only wished I liked teaching as you do."
- •If he asked her to deliver a Latin oration, it would not
- •I suppose you know all about it."
- •Is there?"
- •It was a rather pretty little picture, for the sisters sat
- •I'd have," said Laurie, lying flat and throwing cones at the
- •I do wonder if any of us will ever get our wishes," said Laurie,
- •I do get my wish, you see what I'll do for Brooke."
- •It with a sober, wistful expression, which plainly showed how
- •In ten minutes Jo came running downstairs with a very red
- •In, and a friend's praise is always sweeter than a dozen newspaper
- •In Amy's bower. What went on there, Meg could not see, but shrieks
- •In a few minutes Jo bounced in, laid herself on the sofa,
- •It was good, and I shall write more, and he's going to get the
- •I could manage things for you as I do for my heroines! You're
- •In they both came, Mrs. March with her usual question, "Any letter
- •Is as regular as the sun, but there's some delay on the way, perhaps."
- •In the brown eyes looking down at her made her remember the
- •It dear, and so on. It was getting late, and I was afraid if it
- •It did not seem at all comical to Meg, who kissed and caressed
- •In the cold gray dawn the sisters lit their lamp and read
- •It is impossible to tell you how happy your last letter made
- •Improvement when you come. Mr. Laurence watches over us like a
- •In which he is heartily joined by . . .
- •In Mother's book, and saw that it begins with headache, sore throat,
- •Illness, and Mr. Laurence was not allowed to see her, so Hannah had
- •Irksome, and remembering, with regretful grief, how many neglected
- •It thankfully, but the heavy weight did not seem lifted off her
- •It in spite of Hannah that I couldn't help flying at you. Tell
- •I shall go for her, and you've only got to bottle up your rapture,
- •It was a piteous sight, the once rosy face so changed and vacant,
- •Vigil was done.
- •If it had not been for Laurie, and old Esther, the maid,
- •Very much with odd stories of her life in France, when Amy sat
- •I, Amy Curtis March, being in my sane mind, go give and
- •In the big chair, waking often to look at, touch, and brood over
- •It's a little thing, it fidgets me."
- •Innocent eyes looking down into her mother's.
- •It concerned Meg and Mr. Brooke. Feeling indignant that he was
- •Immediate justice. But her mother held her back, saying, with
- •In the face again."
- •Very kind and respectful, but think how dreadful for me!"
- •It's a shame!"
- •I'd promised not to tell, and of course I wasn't going to break
- •It. I came here to moralize, not to hear things that make me
- •Vexed, but trying not to show it.
- •Impertinent. If he has, after all your kindness to him, I'll
- •In his youth, and married against the imperious old man's will.
- •Very much."
- •It, Meg remembered. She never alluded to a certain person, but
- •In a queer, breathless voice, "Here's another Christmas present
- •It was not at all romantic, but a hearty laugh set everybody
- •Violently poking the fire, looked at his wife with an inquiring
- •It's a merrycle I didn't roast the pudding, and stuff the turkey
- •I don't know whether the shearing sobered our black sheep, but I do
- •Imaginary tears out of his handkerchief, and staggered round the
- •I am too young to enter into any engagement at present, so please
- •Is," with another rap.
- •I'm so poor and young and silly," said Meg, looking prettier than
- •Is settled. I'll go and hear the fun, and have a good laugh over it."
- •It seems a year ago," answered Meg, who was in a blissful dream
- •Vanished when she thought of all the patient love and labor John had
- •Invalid exactly, but never again the rosy, healthy creature she had
- •I don't think the Parian Psyche Laurie gave lost any of its
- •In her small nest, from the kitchen roller to the silver vase on
- •In vain Meg begged him to stop. John laughed at him, and Jo called
- •In a big blue pinafore, was giving the last polish to the door handles.
- •I not only possessed the will but the power to cook wholesome food
- •Injured air.
- •It, you treat him as Mrs. Gummidge did her sweetheart, throw cold
- •In her eyes, and only gentle words fall from her sharp tongue today.
- •It wasn't at all the thing, I'm afraid, but the minute she was
- •It, but when a pretty girl offers it, one doesn't like to refuse,
- •I don't see why, for there wasn't a bit of style about it," observed
- •I love you any the less for loving John so much," she said, clinging
- •If 'genius is eternal patience', as Michelangelo affirms, Amy
- •I am poor, yet they never made any difference."
- •If it was not fair on Monday, the young ladies were to come on
- •It. I'm very sorry, Amy," added Beth, who was still a patroness of cats.
- •It was a pictorial sheet, and Jo examined the work of art nearest
- •Its columns for a sensational story. By the time the lecture ended
- •It still, and feel herself the wiser and stronger for the buffeting
- •In to help eat up a too bounteous feast of successes, or Lotty would
- •In the kitchen reigned confusion and despair. One edition of
- •It can't be helped now," said John, surveying the prospect with an
- •I'm sorry, but I was so busy," and Meg's tears began again.
- •In the lurch, to be laughed at or pitied. No, by George, it wasn't!
- •I'll do my part, and have nothing to reproach myself with,"
- •In her married life, she was afraid of her husband. The kind, brown
- •If he would like the fun of quizzing her figures and pretending to
- •I had done it, for I knew you'd think it wrong in me."
- •It is hard, and I'm tired of being poor."
- •It! It was so wicked, so untrue and ungrateful, how could I say it!
- •Inquiries as to the change, "I can't afford it, my dear."
- •Into the parlor, and I'll send 'em down to you," with which
- •In doing up her cuff, but at last both were ready, and sailed away,
- •In ferment at the coming of a royal yellow-haired laddie, some years
- •It might have been worse, but Amy considered it bad. For Jo
- •Very clever. I think well of him, and like to show that I do, for
- •It's a little thing to do, but it gives her pleasure, and I don't
- •If you'd remember that, and practice it, you'd be better liked
- •I should rather enjoy the brickbats and hooting, I think."
- •It is almost impossible to avoid, when some five-and-twenty
- •In their artless efforts to preserve the most perfect order. The
- •I don't want to fill up with odds and ends. The table was just
- •Its own reward, after all.
- •Is enjoying herself. The flower table is always attractive, you
- •In every sense of the word," said the irrepressible Jo, as the
- •In a ferment till Amy was off. Jo bore up very well till the
- •In Paris. Doesn't that sound sort of elegant and rich?
- •I gave my order as soberly as I could, and slamming down
- •I didn't throw it, but Flo, which seemed to disgust him, for he
- •I've made up my mind, and if Fred asks me, I shall accept him,
- •I'm sure there is something on her mind, and I want you to discover
- •It off, and in her half-averted face read a tender sorrow that
- •If they had known the various tender passages which had been
- •It, for it was a family refuge, and one corner had always been
- •I'm gone, and so cure him of this romantic notion. He's been
- •Very fond of children, though a 'bacheldore'. Kitty and Minnie
- •I went in, and while we worked I looked about me, for it
- •Indulge in the luxury of charity, had been for years Jo's most
- •Vibrated between two decanters with the regularity of a pendulum;
- •It is not well, and I haf no patience with those who make this harm."
- •Is a demand for it, I don't see any harm in supplying it.
- •It but Professor Bhaer. He did it so quietly that Jo never
- •Inelegantly but remorsefully, as she softly patted his shoulder,
- •I'm homely and awkward and odd and old, and you'd be ashamed
- •Interrupted Laurie in a defiant tone.
- •In such cases. He was moody, irritable, and pensive by turns,
- •I tried to think it was a sick fancy, and would not let it
- •I couldn't," cried Jo, glad to say all the truth.
- •Is too young, Beth. I can't let you go. I'll work and pray
- •It seemed to her that Beth changed every day.
- •In Beth, the talking change was the greatest, for it seemed to
- •Voluminous flounces from overflowing the diminutive vehicles, and
- •In and we can talk at our ease. I was going for a drive and
- •In Laurie's manner, though she couldn't tell what.
- •Improved in quantity, if not in quality, since she came abroad.
- •In the morning, you and letters in the afternoon, and a party at
- •In dress and bearing which we call elegance. Always mature for her
- •Irrestible desire to trample on him, as girls have a delightful
- •In France the young girls have a dull time of it till they are
- •I'm married."
- •Ignominiously caught up by the tail of his little toga and
- •Indulgence. Go down, my dear, and leave the boy to me."
- •It in her great house, full of splendid loneliness, for there
- •It not as a queen, but as a wise wife and mother.
- •It was a lovely drive, along winding roads rich in the picturesque
- •Valrosa well deserved its name, for in that climate of perpetual
- •In his mouth, after a vain attempt to capture a solitary scarlet
- •Vivid flowers became her, and she had often worn ones like that
- •In time to catch a new expression on Laurie's face--a hard bitter
- •Intentions.
- •In a minute a hand came down over the page, so that she
- •It troubled Amy, for she did not know what balm to apply.
- •I can't take back a word of it."
- •I'd rather have a hearty English handshake than all the
- •It were, and came to regard the gentle giver as a sort of fairy
- •It was well for all that this peaceful time was given them as
- •In its prison-house of pain.
- •I shall see forever more
- •I knew you wouldn't care. Have I been all that to you, Jo?" she
- •In a somewhat unsettled state that winter. He did not do much,
- •Very tender, a little sad and resentful still, but that was
- •I've been through it all, and I can sympathize."
- •Very heavy, she longed to be at home, and every day looked
- •Vevay, Laurie was never idle, but always walking, riding,
- •In spite of the new sorrow, it was a very happy time, so
- •In the chateau garden by moonlight, and in the most graceful and
- •It was easy to promise self-abnegation when self was
- •If she suspected this, she would have shut up tight, and been more
- •It, her father sent it, much against her will, to one of the popular
- •It a very charitable world to such humble wanderers, for they were
- •Into your head, lest you should write and congratulate them before
- •If Teddy had tried again, I might have said 'Yes', not because I
- •I don't seem to be the same girl I was. I never knew how good and
- •In like a burglar, and letting cats out of bags like that? Get
- •It was good to see Laurie square his shoulders, and smile with
- •In trooped the whole family, and everyone was hugged and kissed
- •In a most decidedly promiscuous manner.
- •Into their tiny pockets, there to stick and crumble treacherously,
- •It won't do to be dismal now." Then she drew her hand over her eyes,
- •If Jo had not been otherwise engaged, Laurie's behavior
- •Invisible, but dearer than ever, since death could not break
- •Voice gave as cordial an assent as did the daughter's eyes, for
- •If they love one another it doesn't matter a particle how old
- •Is harder."
- •I cannot feel that I have done my duty as humble historian
- •In which the precocious pupil occasionally posed his teacher, to
- •I's asleep."
- •Vague memory, but Aunt Dodo was a living reality, and they made the
- •In love as in law. He was one of the men who are at home with
- •Independence. Laurie was her especial dread, but thanks to the
- •It's nothing to me, of course, but I should think he would have
- •I quite long to see the dear man," added Mrs. March.
- •It a lovely monosyllable.
- •Ist die beste', but that I should not expect."
- •Indeed, and quite regardless of everything but her own happiness.
- •I'd made my fortune, and no one needed me at home, I'd hire a
- •It was a very astonishing year altogether, for things seemed
- •It never was a fashionable school, and the Professor did not
- •In her face sketched the various groups, and watched over one
- •Various gifts, so numerous that they were transported to the
- •Is the best thing I've ever done. I think so, myself, and mean
- •Into each life some rain must fall,
- •It, Marmee dear," added Meg's tender voice.
In its prison-house of pain.
Give me, for I need it sorely,
Of that courage, wise and sweet,
Which has made the path of duty
Green beneath your willing feet.
Give me that unselfish nature,
That with charity devine
Can pardon wrong for love's dear sake--
Meek heart, forgive me mine!
Thus our parting daily loseth
Something of its bitter pain,
And while learning this hard lesson,
My great loss becomes my gain.
For the touch of grief will render
My wild nature more serene,
Give to life new aspirations,
A new trust in the unseen.
Henceforth, safe across the river,
I shall see forever more
A beloved, household spirit
Waiting for me on the shore.
Hope and faith, born of my sorrow,
Guardian angels shall become,
And the sister gone before me
By their hands shall lead me home.
Blurred and blotted, faulty and feeble as the lines were, they
brought a look of inexpressible comfort to Beth's face, for her one
regret had been that she had done so little, and this seemed to
assure her that her life had not been useless, that her death would
not bring the despair she feared. As she sat with the paper folded
between her hands, the charred log fell asunder. Jo started up,
revived the blaze, and crept to the bedside, hoping Beth slept.
"Not asleep, but so happy, dear. See, I found this and read it.
I knew you wouldn't care. Have I been all that to you, Jo?" she
asked, with wistful, humble earnestness.
"_Oh_, Beth, so much, so much!" and Jo's head went down upon the
pillow beside her sister's.
"Then I don't feel as if I'd wasted my life. I'm not so good
as you make me, but I have tried to do right. And now, when it's
too late to begin even to do better, it's such a comfort to know
that someone loves me so much, and feels as if I'd helped them."
"More than any one in the world, Beth. I used to think I
couldn't let you go, but I'm learning to feel that I don't lose
you, that you'll be more to me than ever, and death can't part
us, though it seems to."
"I know it cannot, and I don't fear it any longer, for I'm
sure I shall be your Beth still, to love and help you more than
ever. You must take my place, Jo, and be everything to Father
and Mother when I'm gone. They will turn to you, don't fail
them, and if it's hard to work alone, remember that I don't
forget you, and that you'll be happier in doing that than writing
splendid books or seeing all the world, for love is the only thing
that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy."
"I'll try, Beth." and then and there Jo renounced her old
ambition, pledged herself to a new and better one, acknowledging
the poverty of other desires, and feeling the blessed solace of
a belief in the immortality of love.
So the spring days came and went, the sky grew clearer, the
earth greener, the flowers were up fairly early, and the birds
came back in time to say goodbye to Beth, who, like a tired but
trustful child, clung to the hands that had led her all her life,
as Father and Mother guided her tenderly through the Valley of
the Shadow, and gave her up to God.
Seldom except in books do the dying utter memorable words,
see visions, or depart with beatified countenances, and those
who have sped many parting souls know that to most the end
comes as naturally and simply as sleep. As Beth had hoped, the
'tide went out easily', and in the dark hour before dawn, on
the bosom where she had drawn her first breath, she quietly
drew her last, with no farewell but one loving look, one little
sigh.
With tears and prayers and tender hands, Mother and sisters
made her ready for the long sleep that pain would never mar again,
seeing with grateful eyes the beautiful serenity that soon replaced
the pathetic patience that had wrung their hearts so long, and
feeling with reverent joy that to their darling death was a
benignant angel, not a phantom full of dread.
When morning came, for the first time in many months the fire was
out, Jo's place was empty, and the room was very still. But a bird
sang blithely on a budding bough, close by, the snowdrops blossomed
freshly at the window, and the spring sunshine streamed in like a
benediction over the placid face upon the pillow, a face so full of
painless peace that those who loved it best smiled through their
tears, and thanked God that Beth was well at last.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
LEARNING TO FORGET
Amy's lecture did Laurie good, though, of course, he did
not own it till long afterward. Men seldom do, for when women
are the advisers, the lords of creation don't take the advice
till they have persuaded themselves that it is just what they
intended to do. Then they act upon it, and, if it succeeds,
they give the weaker vessel half the credit of it. If it
fails, they generously give her the whole. Laurie went back
to his grandfather, and was so dutifully devoted for several
weeks that the old gentleman declared the climate of Nice had
improved him wonderfully, and he had better try it again.
There was nothing the young gentleman would have liked better,
but elephants could not have dragged him back after the scolding
he had received. Pride forbid, and whenever the longing
grew very strong, he fortified his resolution by repeating
the words that had made the deepest impression--"I despise you."
"Go and do something splendid that will make her love you."
Laurie turned the matter over in his mind so often that he soon
brought himself to confess that he had been selfish and lazy,
but then when a man has a great sorrow, he should be indulged
in all sorts of vagaries till he has lived it down. He felt
that his blighted affections were quite dead now, and though
he should never cease to be a faithful mourner, there was
no occasion to wear his weeds ostentatiously. Jo wouldn't
love him, but he might make her respect and admire him by doing
something which should prove that a girl's 'No' had not spoiled
his life. He had always meant to do something, and Amy's
advice was quite unnecessary. He had only been waiting till
the aforesaid blighted affections were decently interred.
That being done, he felt that he was ready to 'hide his
stricken heart, and still toil on'.
As Goethe, when he had a joy or a grief, put it into a song,
so Laurie resolved to embalm his love sorrow in music, and to
compose a Requiem which should harrow up Jo's soul and melt the
heart of every hearer. Therefore the next time the old gentleman
found him getting restless and moody and ordered him off,
he went to Vienna, where he had musical friends, and fell to
work with the firm determination to distinguish himself. But
whether the sorrow was too vast to be embodied in music, or
music too ethereal to uplift a mortal woe, he soon discovered
that the Requiem was beyond him just at present. It was evident
that his mind was not in working order yet, and his ideas
needed clarifying, for often in the middle of a plaintive strain,
he would find himself humming a dancing tune that vividly recalled
the Christmas ball at Nice, especially the stout Frenchman,
and put an effectual stop to tragic composition for the time being.
Then he tried an opera, for nothing seemed impossible in
the beginning, but here again unforeseen difficulties beset
him. He wanted Jo for his heroine, and called upon his memory
to supply him with tender recollections and romantic visions
of his love. But memory turned traitor, and as if possessed
by the perverse spirit of the girl, would only recall Jo's
oddities, faults, and freaks, would only show her in the most
unsentimental aspects--beating mats with her head tied up in
a bandanna, barricading herself with the sofa pillow, or throwing
cold water over his passion a la Gummidge--and an irresistable
laugh spoiled the pensive picture he was endeavoring to
paint. Jo wouldn't be put into the opera at any price, and he
had to give her up with a "Bless that girl, what a torment she is!"
and a clutch at his hair, as became a distracted composer.
When he looked about him for another and a less intractable
damsel to immortalize in melody, memory produced one with the
most obliging readiness. This phantom wore many faces, but it
always had golden hair, was enveloped in a diaphanous cloud, and
floated airily before his mind's eye in a pleasing chaos of roses,
peacocks, white ponies, and blue ribbons. He did not give the
complacent wraith any name, but he took her for his heroine and
grew quite fond of her, as well he might, for he gifted her with
every gift and grace under the sun, and escorted her, unscathed,
through trials which would have annihilated any mortal woman.
Thanks to this inspiration, he got on swimmingly for a time,
but gradually the work lost its charm, and he forgot to compose,
while he sat musing, pen in hand, or roamed about the gay city
to get some new ideas and refresh his mind, which seemed to be