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Laurie
longed
to
say
something
tender
and
comfortable
,
but
no
fitting
words
came
to
him
,
so
he
stood
silent
,
gently
stroking
her
bent
head
as
her
mother
used
to
do
.
It
was
the
best
thing
he
could
have
done
,
far
more
soothing
than
the
most
eloquent
words
,
for
Jo
felt
the
unspoken
sympathy
,
and
in
the
silence
learned
the
sweet
solace
which
affection
administers
to
sorrow
.
Soon
she
dried
the
tears
which
had
relieved
her
,
and
looked
up
with
a
grateful
face
.
"
Thank
you
,
Teddy
,
I
’
m
better
now
.
I
don
’
t
feel
so
forlorn
,
and
will
try
to
bear
it
if
it
comes
.
"
"
Keep
hoping
for
the
best
,
that
will
help
you
,
Jo
.
Soon
your
mother
will
be
here
,
and
then
everything
will
be
all
right
.
"
"
I
’
m
so
glad
Father
is
better
.
Now
she
won
’
t
feel
so
bad
about
leaving
him
.
Oh
,
me
!
It
does
seem
as
if
all
the
troubles
came
in
a
heap
,
and
I
got
the
heaviest
part
on
my
shoulders
,
"
sighed
Jo
,
spreading
her
wet
handkerchief
over
her
knees
to
dry
.
"
Doesn
’
t
Meg
pull
fair
?
"
asked
Laurie
,
looking
indignant
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
she
tries
to
,
but
she
can
’
t
love
Bethy
as
I
do
,
and
she
won
’
t
miss
her
as
I
shall
.
Beth
is
my
conscience
,
and
I
can
’
t
give
her
up
.
I
can
’
t
!
I
can
’
t
!
"
Down
went
Jo
’
s
face
into
the
wet
handkerchief
,
and
she
cried
despairingly
,
for
she
had
kept
up
bravely
till
now
and
never
shed
a
tear
.
Laurie
drew
his
hand
across
his
eyes
,
but
could
not
speak
till
he
had
subdued
the
choky
feeling
in
his
throat
and
steadied
his
lips
.
It
might
be
unmanly
,
but
he
couldn
’
t
help
it
,
and
I
am
glad
of
it
.
Presently
,
as
Jo
’
s
sobs
quieted
,
he
said
hopefully
,
"
I
don
’
t
think
she
will
die
.
She
’
s
so
good
,
and
we
all
love
her
so
much
,
I
don
’
t
believe
God
will
take
her
away
yet
.
"
"
The
good
and
dear
people
always
do
die
,
"
groaned
Jo
,
but
she
stopped
crying
,
for
her
friend
’
s
words
cheered
her
up
in
spite
of
her
own
doubts
and
fears
.
"
Poor
girl
,
you
’
re
worn
out
.
It
isn
’
t
like
you
to
be
forlorn
.
Stop
a
bit
.
I
’
ll
hearten
you
up
in
a
jiffy
.
"
