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"
Leave
a
note
at
Aunt
March
’
s
.
Jo
,
give
me
that
pen
and
paper
.
"
Tearing
off
the
blank
side
of
one
of
her
newly
copied
pages
,
Jo
drew
the
table
before
her
mother
,
well
knowing
that
money
for
the
long
,
sad
journey
must
be
borrowed
,
and
feeling
as
if
she
could
do
anything
to
add
a
little
to
the
sum
for
her
father
.
"
Now
go
,
dear
,
but
don
’
t
kill
yourself
driving
at
a
desperate
pace
.
There
is
no
need
of
that
.
"
Mrs
.
March
’
s
warning
was
evidently
thrown
away
,
for
five
minutes
later
Laurie
tore
by
the
window
on
his
own
fleet
horse
,
riding
as
if
for
his
life
.
"
Jo
,
run
to
the
rooms
,
and
tell
Mrs
.
King
that
I
can
’
t
come
.
On
the
way
get
these
things
.
I
’
ll
put
them
down
,
they
’
ll
be
needed
and
I
must
go
prepared
for
nursing
.
Hospital
stores
are
not
always
good
.
Beth
,
go
and
ask
Mr
.
Laurence
for
a
couple
of
bottles
of
old
wine
.
I
’
m
not
too
proud
to
beg
for
Father
.
He
shall
have
the
best
of
everything
.
Amy
,
tell
Hannah
to
get
down
the
black
trunk
,
and
Meg
,
come
and
help
me
find
my
things
,
for
I
’
m
half
bewildered
.
"
Writing
,
thinking
,
and
directing
all
at
once
might
well
bewilder
the
poor
lady
,
and
Meg
begged
her
to
sit
quietly
in
her
room
for
a
little
while
,
and
let
them
work
.
Everyone
scattered
like
leaves
before
a
gust
of
wind
,
and
the
quiet
,
happy
household
was
broken
up
as
suddenly
as
if
the
paper
had
been
an
evil
spell
.
Mr
.
Laurence
came
hurrying
back
with
Beth
,
bringing
every
comfort
the
kind
old
gentleman
could
think
of
for
the
invalid
,
and
friendliest
promises
of
protection
for
the
girls
during
the
mother
’
s
absence
,
which
comforted
her
very
much
.
There
was
nothing
he
didn
’
t
offer
,
from
his
own
dressing
gown
to
himself
as
escort
.
But
the
last
was
impossible
.
Mrs
.
March
would
not
hear
of
the
old
gentleman
’
s
undertaking
the
long
journey
,
yet
an
expression
of
relief
was
visible
when
he
spoke
of
it
,
for
anxiety
ill
fits
one
for
traveling
.
He
saw
the
look
,
knit
his
heavy
eyebrows
,
rubbed
his
hands
,
and
marched
abruptly
away
,
saying
he
’
d
be
back
directly
.
No
one
had
time
to
think
of
him
again
till
,
as
Meg
ran
through
the
entry
,
with
a
pair
of
rubbers
in
one
hand
and
a
cup
of
tea
in
the
other
,
she
came
suddenly
upon
Mr
.
Brooke
.
"
I
’
m
very
sorry
to
hear
of
this
,
Miss
March
,
"
he
said
,
in
the
kind
,
quiet
tone
which
sounded
very
pleasantly
to
her
perturbed
spirit
.
"
I
came
to
offer
myself
as
escort
to
your
mother
.
Mr
.
Laurence
has
commissions
for
me
in
Washington
,
and
it
will
give
me
real
satisfaction
to
be
of
service
to
her
there
.
"
