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John
Brooke
’
,
whereat
she
groaned
tragically
and
cast
it
into
the
fire
,
feeling
that
Laurie
’
s
prank
had
hastened
the
evil
day
for
her
.
Like
sunshine
after
a
storm
were
the
peaceful
weeks
which
followed
.
The
invalids
improved
rapidly
,
and
Mr
.
March
began
to
talk
of
returning
early
in
the
new
year
.
Beth
was
soon
able
to
lie
on
the
study
sofa
all
day
,
amusing
herself
with
the
well
-
beloved
cats
at
first
,
and
in
time
with
doll
’
s
sewing
,
which
had
fallen
sadly
behind
-
hand
.
Her
once
active
limbs
were
so
stiff
and
feeble
that
Jo
took
her
for
a
daily
airing
about
the
house
in
her
strong
arms
.
Meg
cheerfully
blackened
and
burned
her
white
hands
cooking
delicate
messes
for
‘
the
dear
’
,
while
Amy
,
a
loyal
slave
of
the
ring
,
celebrated
her
return
by
giving
away
as
many
of
her
treasures
as
she
could
prevail
on
her
sisters
to
accept
.
As
Christmas
approached
,
the
usual
mysteries
began
to
haunt
the
house
,
and
Jo
frequently
convulsed
the
family
by
proposing
utterly
impossible
or
magnificently
absurd
ceremonies
,
in
honor
of
this
unusually
merry
Christmas
.
Laurie
was
equally
impracticable
,
and
would
have
had
bonfires
,
skyrockets
,
and
triumphal
arches
,
if
he
had
had
his
own
way
.
After
many
skirmishes
and
snubbings
,
the
ambitious
pair
were
considered
effectually
quenched
and
went
about
with
forlorn
faces
,
which
were
rather
belied
by
explosions
of
laughter
when
the
two
got
together
.
Several
days
of
unusually
mild
weather
fitly
ushered
in
a
splendid
Christmas
Day
.
Hannah
‘
felt
in
her
bones
’
that
it
was
going
to
be
an
unusually
fine
day
,
and
she
proved
herself
a
true
prophetess
,
for
everybody
and
everything
seemed
bound
to
produce
a
grand
success
.
To
begin
with
,
Mr
.
March
wrote
that
he
should
soon
be
with
them
,
then
Beth
felt
uncommonly
well
that
morning
,
and
,
being
dressed
in
her
mother
’
s
gift
,
a
soft
crimson
merino
wrapper
,
was
borne
in
high
triumph
to
the
window
to
behold
the
offering
of
Jo
and
Laurie
.
The
Unquenchables
had
done
their
best
to
be
worthy
of
the
name
,
for
like
elves
they
had
worked
by
night
and
conjured
up
a
comical
surprise
.
Out
in
the
garden
stood
a
stately
snow
maiden
,
crowned
with
holly
,
bearing
a
basket
of
fruit
and
flowers
in
one
hand
,
a
great
roll
of
music
in
the
other
,
a
perfect
rainbow
of
an
Afghan
round
her
chilly
shoulders
,
and
a
Christmas
carol
issuing
from
her
lips
on
a
pink
paper
streamer
.
The
Jungfrau
to
Beth
God
bless
you
,
dear
Queen
Bess
!
May
nothing
you
dismay
,
But
health
and
peace
and
happiness
Be
yours
,
this
Christmas
day
.
