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"
Can
I
do
anything
for
you
,
Madam
Mother
?
"
asked
Laurie
,
leaning
over
Mrs
.
March
’
s
chair
with
the
affectionate
look
and
tone
he
always
gave
her
.
"
No
,
thank
you
,
except
call
at
the
office
,
if
you
’
ll
be
so
kind
,
dear
.
It
’
s
our
day
for
a
letter
,
and
the
postman
hasn
’
t
been
.
Father
is
as
regular
as
the
sun
,
but
there
’
s
some
delay
on
the
way
,
perhaps
.
"
A
sharp
ring
interrupted
her
,
and
a
minute
after
Hannah
came
in
with
a
letter
.
"
It
’
s
one
of
them
horrid
telegraph
things
,
mum
,
"
she
said
,
handling
it
as
if
she
was
afraid
it
would
explode
and
do
some
damage
.
At
the
word
‘
telegraph
’
,
Mrs
.
March
snatched
it
,
read
the
two
lines
it
contained
,
and
dropped
back
into
her
chair
as
white
as
if
the
little
paper
had
sent
a
bullet
to
her
heart
.
Laurie
dashed
downstairs
for
water
,
while
Meg
and
Hannah
supported
her
,
and
Jo
read
aloud
,
in
a
frightened
voice
.
.
.
Mrs
.
March
:
Your
husband
is
very
ill
.
Come
at
once
.
S
.
HALE
Blank
Hospital
,
Washington
.
