- •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.
If the idea was suggested by the sight of her own pretty hands,
"I shall give her a nice pair of gloves."
"Army shoes, best to be had," cried Jo.
"Some handkerchiefs, all hemmed," said Beth.
"I'll get a little bottle of cologne. She likes it, and it won't
cost much, so I'll have some left to buy my pencils," added Amy.
"How will we give the things?" asked Meg.
"Put them on the table, and bring her in and see her open
the bundles. Don't you remember how we used to do on our
birthdays?" answered Jo.
"I used to be so frightened when it was my turn to sit in the
chair with the crown on, and see you all come marching round to
give the presents, with a kiss. I liked the things and the kisses,
but it was dreadful to have you sit looking at me while I opened
the bundles," said Beth, who was toasting her face and the bread
for tea at the same time.
"Let Marmee think we are getting things for ourselves, and
then surprise her. We must go shopping tomorrow afternoon, Meg.
There is so much to do about the play for Christmas night," said
Jo, marching up and down, with her hands behind her back, and her
nose in the air.
"I don't mean to act any more after this time. I'm getting
too old for such things," observed Meg, who was as much a child
as ever about 'dressing-up' frolics.
"You won't stop, I know, as long as you can trail round in a
white gown with your hair down, and wear gold-paper jewelry.
You are the best actress we've got, and there'll be an end
of everything if you quit the boards," said Jo. "We ought
to rehearse tonight. Come here, Amy, and do the fainting scene,
for you are as stiff as a poker in that."
"I can't help it. I never saw anyone faint, and I don't choose
to make myself all black and blue, tumbling flat as you do. If I
can go down easily, I'll drop. If I can't, I shall fall into a
chair and be graceful. I don't care if Hugo does come at me with
a pistol," returned Amy, who was not gifted with dramatic power,
but was chosen because she was small enough to be borne out shrieking
by the villain of the piece.
"Do it this way. Clasp your hands so, and stagger across the
room, crying frantically, 'Roderigo! Save me! Save me!'" and away
went Jo, with a melodramatic scream which was truly thrilling.
Amy followed, but she poked her hands out stiffly before her,
and jerked herself along as if she went by machinery, and her "Ow!"
was more suggestive of pins being run into her than of fear and
anguish. Jo gave a despairing groan, and Meg laughed outright,
while Beth let her bread burn as she watched the fun with interest.
"It's no use! Do the best you can when the time comes, and if
the audience laughs, don't blame me. Come on, Meg."
Then things went smoothly, for Don Pedro defied the world in
a speech of two pages without a single break. Hagar, the witch,
chanted an awful incantation over her kettleful of simmering toads,
with weird effect. Roderigo rent his chains asunder manfully, and
Hugo died in agonies of remorse and arsenic, with a wild, "Ha! Ha!"
"It's the best we've had yet," said Meg, as the dead villain
sat up and rubbed his elbows.
"I don't see how you can write and act such splendid things,
Jo. You're a regular Shakespeare!" exclaimed Beth, who firmly
believed that her sisters were gifted with wonderful genius in all
things.
"Not quite," replied Jo modestly. "I do think _The Witches Curse,
an Operatic Tragedy_ is rather a nice thing, but I'd like to try
_Macbeth_, if we only had a trapdoor for Banquo. I always wanted to
do the killing part. 'Is that a dagger that I see before me?"
muttered Jo, rolling her eyes and clutching at the air, as she had
seen a famous tragedian do.
"No, it's the toasting fork, with Mother's shoe on it instead
of the bread. Beth's stage-struck!" cried Meg, and the rehearsal
ended in a general burst of laughter.
"Glad to find you so merry, my girls," said a cheery voice at
the door, and actors and audience turned to welcome a tall, motherly
lady with a 'can I help you' look about her which was truly delightful.
She was not elegantly dressed, but a noble-looking woman, and the
girls thought the gray cloak and unfashionable bonnet covered the most
splendid mother in the world.
"Well, dearies, how have you got on today? There was so much to
do, getting the boxes ready to go tomorrow, that I didn't come home
to dinner. Has anyone called, Beth? How is your cold, Meg? Jo,
you look tired to death. Come and kiss me, baby."
While making these maternal inquiries Mrs. March got her wet
things off, her warm slippers on, and sitting down in the easy
chair, drew Amy to her lap, preparing to enjoy the happiest hour
of her busy day. The girls flew about, trying to make things
comfortable, each in her own way. Meg arranged the tea table, Jo
brought wood and set chairs, dropping, over-turning, and clattering
everything she touched. Beth trotted to and fro between parlor
kitchen, quiet and busy, while Amy gave directions to everyone, as
she sat with her hands folded.
As they gathered about the table, Mrs. March said, with a
particularly happy face, "I've got a treat for you after supper."
A quick, bright smile went round like a streak of sunshine.
Beth clapped her hands, regardless of the biscuit she held,
and Jo tossed up her napkin, crying, "A letter! A letter! Three
cheers for Father!"
"Yes, a nice long letter. He is well, and thinks he shall
get through the cold season better than we feared. He sends all
sorts of loving wishes for Christmas, and an especial message
to you girls," said Mrs. March, patting her pocket as if she
had got a treasure there.
"Hurry and get done! Don't stop to quirk your little finger
and simper over your plate, Amy," cried Jo, choking on her tea
and dropping her bread, butter side down, on the carpet in her
haste to get at the treat.
Beth ate no more, but crept away to sit in her shadowy corner
and brood over the delight to come, till the others were ready.
"I think it was so splendid in Father to go as chaplain
when he was too old to be drafted, and not strong enough for
a soldier," said Meg warmly.
"Don't I wish I could go as a drummer, a vivan--what's its
name? Or a nurse, so I could be near him and help him," exclaimed
Jo, with a groan.
"It must be very disagreeable to sleep in a tent, and eat
all sorts of bad-tasting things, and drink out of a tin mug,"
sighed Amy.
"When will he come home, Marmee?" asked Beth, with a little
quiver in her voice.
"Not for many months, dear, unless he is sick. He will stay
and do his work faithfully as long as he can, and we won't ask
for him back a minute sooner than he can be spared. Now come and
hear the letter."
They all drew to the fire, Mother in the big chair with Beth
at her feet, Meg and Amy perched on either arm of the chair, and
Jo leaning on the back, where no one would see any sign of emotion
if the letter should happen to be touching. Very few letters were
written in those hard times that were not touching, especially
those which fathers sent home. In this one little was said of the
hardships endured, the dangers faced, or the homesickness conquered.
It was a cheerful, hopeful letter, full of lively descriptions
of camp life, marches, and military news, and only at the end
did the writer's heart over-flow with fatherly love and longing
for the little girls at home.
"Give them all of my dear love and a kiss. Tell them I think
of them by day, pray for them by night, and find my best comfort
in their affection at all times. A year seems very long to wait
before I see them, but remind them that while we wait we may all
work, so that these hard days need not be wasted. I know they will
remember all I said to them, that they will be loving children to
you, will do their duty faithfully, fight their bosom enemies bravely,
and conquer themselves so beautifully that when I come back to them
I may be fonder and prouder than ever of my little women."
Everybody sniffed when they came to that part. Jo wasn't
ashamed of the great tear that dropped off the end of her nose, and
Amy never minded the rumpling of her curls as she hid her face on
her mother's shoulder and sobbed out, "I am a selfish girl! But
I'll truly try to be better, so he mayn't be disappointed in me
by-and-by."
"We all will," cried Meg. "I think too much of my looks and
hate to work, but won't any more, if I can help it."
"I'll try and be what he loves to call me, 'a little woman'
and not be rough and wild, but do my duty here instead of wanting
to be somewhere else," said Jo, thinking that keeping her temper
at home was a much harder task than facing a rebel or two down South.
Beth said nothing, but wiped away her tears with the blue army
sock and began to knit with all her might, losing no time in doing
the duty that lay nearest her, while she resolved in her quiet
little soul to be all that Father hoped to find her when the year
brought round the happy coming home.
Mrs. March broke the silence that followed Jo's words, by
saying in her cheery voice, "Do you remember how you used to play
Pilgrims Progress when you were little things? Nothing delighted
you more than to have me tie my piece bags on your backs for burdens,
give you hats and sticks and rolls of paper, and let you travel
through the house from the cellar, which was the City of Destruction,
up, up, to the housetop, where you had all the lovely things you
could collect to make a Celestial City."
"What fun it was, especially going by the lions, fighting
Apollyon, and passing through the valley where the hob-goblins
were," said Jo.
"I liked the place where the bundles fell off and tumbled
downstairs," said Meg.
"I don't remember much about it, except that I was afraid of
the cellar and the dark entry, and always liked the cake and milk
we had up at the top. If I wasn't too old for such things, I'd
rather like to play it over again," said Amy, who began to talk
of renouncing childish things at the mature age of twelve.
"We never are too old for this, my dear, because it is a play
we are playing all the time in one way or another. Our burdens are
here, our road is before us, and the longing for goodness and
happiness is the guide that leads us through many troubles and
mistakes to the peace which is a true Celestial City. Now, my little
pilgrims, suppose you begin again, not in play, but in earnest,
and see how far on you can get before Father comes home."
"Really, Mother? Where are our bundles?" asked Amy, who was
a very literal young lady.
"Each of you told what your burden was just now, except Beth.