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I
don
’
t
think
I
have
any
words
in
which
to
tell
the
meeting
of
the
mother
and
daughters
.
Such
hours
are
beautiful
to
live
,
but
very
hard
to
describe
,
so
I
will
leave
it
to
the
imagination
of
my
readers
,
merely
saying
that
the
house
was
full
of
genuine
happiness
,
and
that
Meg
’
s
tender
hope
was
realized
,
for
when
Beth
woke
from
that
long
,
healing
sleep
,
the
first
objects
on
which
her
eyes
fell
were
the
little
rose
and
Mother
’
s
face
.
Too
weak
to
wonder
at
anything
,
she
only
smiled
and
nestled
close
in
the
loving
arms
about
her
,
feeling
that
the
hungry
longing
was
satisfied
at
last
.
Then
she
slept
again
,
and
the
girls
waited
upon
their
mother
,
for
she
would
not
unclasp
the
thin
hand
which
clung
to
hers
even
in
sleep
.
Hannah
had
‘
dished
up
’
an
astonishing
breakfast
for
the
traveler
,
finding
it
impossible
to
vent
her
excitement
in
any
other
way
,
and
Meg
and
Jo
fed
their
mother
like
dutiful
young
storks
,
while
they
listened
to
her
whispered
account
of
Father
’
s
state
,
Mr
.
Brooke
’
s
promise
to
stay
and
nurse
him
,
the
delays
which
the
storm
occasioned
on
the
homeward
journey
,
and
the
unspeakable
comfort
Laurie
’
s
hopeful
face
had
given
her
when
she
arrived
,
worn
out
with
fatigue
,
anxiety
,
and
cold
.
What
a
strange
yet
pleasant
day
that
was
.
So
brilliant
and
gay
without
,
for
all
the
world
seemed
abroad
to
welcome
the
first
snow
.
So
quiet
and
reposeful
within
,
for
everyone
slept
,
spent
with
watching
,
and
a
Sabbath
stillness
reigned
through
the
house
,
while
nodding
Hannah
mounted
guard
at
the
door
.
With
a
blissful
sense
of
burdens
lifted
off
,
Meg
and
Jo
closed
their
weary
eyes
,
and
lay
at
rest
,
like
storm
-
beaten
boats
safe
at
anchor
in
a
quiet
harbor
.
Mrs
.
March
would
not
leave
Beth
’
s
side
,
but
rested
in
the
big
chair
,
waking
often
to
look
at
,
touch
,
and
brood
over
her
child
,
like
a
miser
over
some
recovered
treasure
.
Laurie
meanwhile
posted
off
to
comfort
Amy
,
and
told
his
story
so
well
that
Aunt
March
actually
‘
sniffed
’
herself
,
and
never
once
said
"
I
told
you
so
"
.
Amy
came
out
so
strong
on
this
occasion
that
I
think
the
good
thoughts
in
the
little
chapel
really
began
to
bear
fruit
.
She
dried
her
tears
quickly
,
restrained
her
impatience
to
see
her
mother
,
and
never
even
thought
of
the
turquoise
ring
,
when
the
old
lady
heartily
agreed
in
Laurie
’
s
opinion
,
that
she
behaved
‘
like
a
capital
little
woman
’
.
Even
Polly
seemed
impressed
,
for
he
called
her
a
good
girl
,
blessed
her
buttons
,
and
begged
her
to
"
come
and
take
a
walk
,
dear
"
,
in
his
most
affable
tone
.
She
would
very
gladly
have
gone
out
to
enjoy
the
bright
wintry
weather
,
but
discovering
that
Laurie
was
dropping
with
sleep
in
spite
of
manful
efforts
to
conceal
the
fact
,
she
persuaded
him
to
rest
on
the
sofa
,
while
she
wrote
a
note
to
her
mother
.
She
was
a
long
time
about
it
,
and
when
she
returned
,
he
was
stretched
out
with
both
arms
under
his
head
,
sound
asleep
,
while
Aunt
March
had
pulled
down
the
curtains
and
sat
doing
nothing
in
an
unusual
fit
of
benignity
.
After
a
while
,
they
began
to
think
he
was
not
going
to
wake
up
till
night
,
and
I
’
m
not
sure
that
he
would
,
had
he
not
been
effectually
roused
by
Amy
’
s
cry
of
joy
at
sight
of
her
mother
.
There
probably
were
a
good
many
happy
little
girls
in
and
about
the
city
that
day
,
but
it
is
my
private
opinion
that
Amy
was
the
happiest
of
all
,
when
she
sat
in
her
mother
’
s
lap
and
told
her
trials
,
receiving
consolation
and
compensation
in
the
shape
of
approving
smiles
and
fond
caresses
.
They
were
alone
together
in
the
chapel
,
to
which
her
mother
did
not
object
when
its
purpose
was
explained
to
her
.
"
On
the
contrary
,
I
like
it
very
much
,
dear
,
"
looking
from
the
dusty
rosary
to
the
well
-
worn
little
book
,
and
the
lovely
picture
with
its
garland
of
evergreen
.
"
It
is
an
excellent
plan
to
have
some
place
where
we
can
go
to
be
quiet
,
when
things
vex
or
grieve
us
.
There
are
a
good
many
hard
times
in
this
life
of
ours
,
but
we
can
always
bear
them
if
we
ask
help
in
the
right
way
.
I
think
my
little
girl
is
learning
this
.
"
"
Yes
,
Mother
,
and
when
I
go
home
I
mean
to
have
a
corner
in
the
big
closet
to
put
my
books
and
the
copy
of
that
picture
which
I
’
ve
tried
to
make
.
The
woman
’
s
face
is
not
good
,
it
’
s
too
beautiful
for
me
to
draw
,
but
the
baby
is
done
better
,
and
I
love
it
very
much
.
I
like
to
think
He
was
a
little
child
once
,
for
then
I
don
’
t
seem
so
far
away
,
and
that
helps
me
.
"
As
Amy
pointed
to
the
smiling
Christ
child
on
his
Mother
’
s
knee
,
Mrs
.
March
saw
something
on
the
lifted
hand
that
made
her
smile
.
She
said
nothing
,
but
Amy
understood
the
look
,
and
after
a
minute
’
s
pause
,
she
added
gravely
,
"
I
wanted
to
speak
to
you
about
this
,
but
I
forgot
it
.
Aunt
gave
me
the
ring
today
.
She
called
me
to
her
and
kissed
me
,
and
put
it
on
my
finger
,
and
said
I
was
a
credit
to
her
,
and
she
’
d
like
to
keep
me
always
.
She
gave
that
funny
guard
to
keep
the
turquoise
on
,
as
it
’
s
too
big
.
I
’
d
like
to
wear
them
Mother
,
can
I
?
"
