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"
No
,
thank
you
.
I
’
ll
do
it
by
proxy
,
when
your
grandpa
comes
.
Don
’
t
tease
,
but
go
home
and
rest
,
for
you
’
ll
be
up
half
the
night
.
Bless
you
,
Teddy
,
bless
you
!
"
Jo
had
backed
into
a
corner
,
and
as
she
finished
her
speech
,
she
vanished
precipitately
into
the
kitchen
,
where
she
sat
down
upon
a
dresser
and
told
the
assembled
cats
that
she
was
"
happy
,
oh
,
so
happy
!
"
while
Laurie
departed
,
feeling
that
he
had
made
a
rather
neat
thing
of
it
.
"
That
’
s
the
interferingest
chap
I
ever
see
,
but
I
forgive
him
and
do
hope
Mrs
.
March
is
coming
right
away
,
"
said
Hannah
,
with
an
air
of
relief
,
when
Jo
told
the
good
news
.
Meg
had
a
quiet
rapture
,
and
then
brooded
over
the
letter
,
while
Jo
set
the
sickroom
in
order
,
and
Hannah
"
knocked
up
a
couple
of
pies
in
case
of
company
unexpected
"
.
A
breath
of
fresh
air
seemed
to
blow
through
the
house
,
and
something
better
than
sunshine
brightened
the
quiet
rooms
.
Everything
appeared
to
feel
the
hopeful
change
.
Beth
’
s
bird
began
to
chirp
again
,
and
a
half
-
blown
rose
was
discovered
on
Amy
’
s
bush
in
the
window
.
The
fires
seemed
to
burn
with
unusual
cheeriness
,
and
every
time
the
girls
met
,
their
pale
faces
broke
into
smiles
as
they
hugged
one
another
,
whispering
encouragingly
,
"
Mother
’
s
coming
,
dear
!
Mother
’
s
coming
!
"
Every
one
rejoiced
but
Beth
.
She
lay
in
that
heavy
stupor
,
alike
unconscious
of
hope
and
joy
,
doubt
and
danger
.
It
was
a
piteous
sight
,
the
once
rosy
face
so
changed
and
vacant
,
the
once
busy
hands
so
weak
and
wasted
,
the
once
smiling
lips
quite
dumb
,
and
the
once
pretty
,
well
-
kept
hair
scattered
rough
and
tangled
on
the
pillow
.
All
day
she
lay
so
,
only
rousing
now
and
then
to
mutter
,
"
Water
!
"
with
lips
so
parched
they
could
hardly
shape
the
word
.
All
day
Jo
and
Meg
hovered
over
her
,
watching
,
waiting
,
hoping
,
and
trusting
in
God
and
Mother
,
and
all
day
the
snow
fell
,
the
bitter
wind
raged
,
and
the
hours
dragged
slowly
by
.
But
night
came
at
last
,
and
every
time
the
clock
struck
,
the
sisters
,
still
sitting
on
either
side
of
the
bed
,
looked
at
each
other
with
brightening
eyes
,
for
each
hour
brought
help
nearer
.
The
doctor
had
been
in
to
say
that
some
change
,
for
better
or
worse
,
would
probably
take
place
about
midnight
,
at
which
time
he
would
return
.
Hannah
,
quite
worn
out
,
lay
down
on
the
sofa
at
the
bed
’
s
foot
and
fell
fast
asleep
,
Mr
.
Laurence
marched
to
and
fro
in
the
parlor
,
feeling
that
he
would
rather
face
a
rebel
battery
than
Mrs
.
March
’
s
countenance
as
she
entered
.
Laurie
lay
on
the
rug
,
pretending
to
rest
,
but
staring
into
the
fire
with
the
thoughtful
look
which
made
his
black
eyes
beautifully
soft
and
clear
.
The
girls
never
forgot
that
night
,
for
no
sleep
came
to
them
as
they
kept
their
watch
,
with
that
dreadful
sense
of
powerlessness
which
comes
to
us
in
hours
like
those
.
"
If
God
spares
Beth
,
I
never
will
complain
again
,
"
whispered
Meg
earnestly
.
"
If
god
spares
Beth
,
I
’
ll
try
to
love
and
serve
Him
all
my
life
,
"
answered
Jo
,
with
equal
fervor
.
