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"
Handsome
faces
—
eyes
particularly
,
"
answered
Meg
,
smiling
to
herself
in
the
dark
.
"
What
color
do
you
like
best
?
"
"
Brown
,
that
is
,
sometimes
.
Blue
are
lovely
.
"
Jo
laughed
,
and
Meg
sharply
ordered
her
not
to
talk
,
then
amiably
promised
to
make
her
hair
curl
,
and
fell
asleep
to
dream
of
living
in
her
castle
in
the
air
.
The
clocks
were
striking
midnight
and
the
rooms
were
very
still
as
a
figure
glided
quietly
from
bed
to
bed
,
smoothing
a
coverlet
here
,
settling
a
pillow
there
,
and
pausing
to
look
long
and
tenderly
at
each
unconscious
face
,
to
kiss
each
with
lips
that
mutely
blessed
,
and
to
pray
the
fervent
prayers
which
only
mothers
utter
.
As
she
lifted
the
curtain
to
look
out
into
the
dreary
night
,
the
moon
broke
suddenly
from
behind
the
clouds
and
shone
upon
her
like
a
bright
,
benignant
face
,
which
seemed
to
whisper
in
the
silence
,
"
Be
comforted
,
dear
soul
!
There
is
always
light
behind
the
clouds
.
"
For
a
week
the
amount
of
virtue
in
the
old
house
would
have
supplied
the
neighborhood
.
It
was
really
amazing
,
for
everyone
seemed
in
a
heavenly
frame
of
mind
,
and
self
-
denial
was
all
the
fashion
.
Relieved
of
their
first
anxiety
about
their
father
,
the
girls
insensibly
relaxed
their
praiseworthy
efforts
a
little
,
and
began
to
fall
back
into
old
ways
.
They
did
not
forget
their
motto
,
but
hoping
and
keeping
busy
seemed
to
grow
easier
,
and
after
such
tremendous
exertions
,
they
felt
that
Endeavor
deserved
a
holiday
,
and
gave
it
a
good
many
.
Jo
caught
a
bad
cold
through
neglect
to
cover
the
shorn
head
enough
,
and
was
ordered
to
stay
at
home
till
she
was
better
,
for
Aunt
March
didn
’
t
like
to
hear
people
read
with
colds
in
their
heads
.
Jo
liked
this
,
and
after
an
energetic
rummage
from
garret
to
cellar
,
subsided
on
the
sofa
to
nurse
her
cold
with
arsenicum
and
books
.
Amy
found
that
housework
and
art
did
not
go
well
together
,
and
returned
to
her
mud
pies
.
Meg
went
daily
to
her
pupils
,
and
sewed
,
or
thought
she
did
,
at
home
,
but
much
time
was
spent
in
writing
long
letters
to
her
mother
,
or
reading
the
Washington
dispatches
over
and
over
.
Beth
kept
on
,
with
only
slight
relapses
into
idleness
or
grieving
.
All
the
little
duties
were
faithfully
done
each
day
,
and
many
of
her
sisters
’
also
,
for
they
were
forgetful
,
and
the
house
seemed
like
a
clock
whose
pendulum
was
gone
a
-
visiting
.
When
her
heart
got
heavy
with
longings
for
Mother
or
fears
for
Father
,
she
went
away
into
a
certain
closet
,
hid
her
face
in
the
folds
of
a
dear
old
gown
,
and
made
her
little
moan
and
prayed
her
little
prayer
quietly
by
herself
.
Nobody
knew
what
cheered
her
up
after
a
sober
fit
,
but
everyone
felt
how
sweet
and
helpful
Beth
was
,
and
fell
into
a
way
of
going
to
her
for
comfort
or
advice
in
their
small
affairs
.
All
were
unconscious
that
this
experience
was
a
test
of
character
,
and
when
the
first
excitement
was
over
,
felt
that
they
had
done
well
and
deserved
praise
.
So
they
did
,
but
their
mistake
was
in
ceasing
to
do
well
,
and
they
learned
this
lesson
through
much
anxiety
and
regret
.
