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"
Of
course
I
am
!
"
cried
Meg
,
smoothing
the
silvery
folds
of
her
first
silk
dress
,
for
Mr
.
Laurence
had
insisted
on
giving
it
.
"
How
can
I
be
otherwise
?
"
said
Mrs
.
March
gratefully
,
as
her
eyes
went
from
her
husband
’
s
letter
to
Beth
’
s
smiling
face
,
and
her
hand
carressed
the
brooch
made
of
gray
and
golden
,
chestnut
and
dark
brown
hair
,
which
the
girls
had
just
fastened
on
her
breast
.
Now
and
then
,
in
this
workaday
world
,
things
do
happen
in
the
delightful
storybook
fashion
,
and
what
a
comfort
it
is
.
Half
an
hour
after
everyone
had
said
they
were
so
happy
they
could
only
hold
one
drop
more
,
the
drop
came
.
Laurie
opened
the
parlor
door
and
popped
his
head
in
very
quietly
.
He
might
just
as
well
have
turned
a
somersault
and
uttered
an
Indian
war
whoop
,
for
his
face
was
so
full
of
suppressed
excitement
and
his
voice
so
treacherously
joyful
that
everyone
jumped
up
,
though
he
only
said
,
in
a
queer
,
breathless
voice
,
"
Here
’
s
another
Christmas
present
for
the
March
family
.
"
Before
the
words
were
well
out
of
his
mouth
,
he
was
whisked
away
somehow
,
and
in
his
place
appeared
a
tall
man
,
muffled
up
to
the
eyes
,
leaning
on
the
arm
of
another
tall
man
,
who
tried
to
say
something
and
couldn
’
t
.
Of
course
there
was
a
general
stampede
,
and
for
several
minutes
everybody
seemed
to
lose
their
wits
,
for
the
strangest
things
were
done
,
and
no
one
said
a
word
.
Mr
.
March
became
invisible
in
the
embrace
of
four
pairs
of
loving
arms
.
Jo
disgraced
herself
by
nearly
fainting
away
,
and
had
to
be
doctored
by
Laurie
in
the
china
closet
.
Mr
.
Brooke
kissed
Meg
entirely
by
mistake
,
as
he
somewhat
incoherently
explained
.
And
Amy
,
the
dignified
,
tumbled
over
a
stool
,
and
never
stopping
to
get
up
,
hugged
and
cried
over
her
father
’
s
boots
in
the
most
touching
manner
.
Mrs
.
March
was
the
first
to
recover
herself
,
and
held
up
her
hand
with
a
warning
,
"
Hush
!
Remember
Beth
.
"
But
it
was
too
late
.
The
study
door
flew
open
,
the
little
red
wrapper
appeared
on
the
threshold
,
joy
put
strength
into
the
feeble
limbs
,
and
Beth
ran
straight
into
her
father
’
s
arms
.
Never
mind
what
happened
just
after
that
,
for
the
full
hearts
overflowed
,
washing
away
the
bitterness
of
the
past
and
leaving
only
the
sweetness
of
the
present
.
It
was
not
at
all
romantic
,
but
a
hearty
laugh
set
everybody
straight
again
,
for
Hannah
was
discovered
behind
the
door
,
sobbing
over
the
fat
turkey
,
which
she
had
forgotten
to
put
down
when
she
rushed
up
from
the
kitchen
.
As
the
laugh
subsided
,
Mrs
.
March
began
to
thank
Mr
.
Brooke
for
his
faithful
care
of
her
husband
,
at
which
Mr
.
Brooke
suddenly
remembered
that
Mr
.
March
needed
rest
,
and
seizing
Laurie
,
he
precipitately
retired
.
Then
the
two
invalids
were
ordered
to
repose
,
which
they
did
,
by
both
sitting
in
one
big
chair
and
talking
hard
.
Mr
.
March
told
how
he
had
longed
to
surprise
them
,
and
how
,
when
the
fine
weather
came
,
he
had
been
allowed
by
his
doctor
to
take
advantage
of
it
,
how
devoted
Brooke
had
been
,
and
how
he
was
altogether
a
most
estimable
and
upright
young
man
.
Why
Mr
.
March
paused
a
minute
just
there
,
and
after
a
glance
at
Meg
,
who
was
violently
poking
the
fire
,
looked
at
his
wife
with
an
inquiring
lift
of
the
eyebrows
,
I
leave
you
to
imagine
.
Also
why
Mrs
.
March
gently
nodded
her
head
and
asked
,
rather
abruptly
,
if
he
wouldn
’
t
like
to
have
something
to
eat
.
Jo
saw
and
understood
the
look
,
and
she
stalked
grimly
away
to
get
wine
and
beef
tea
,
muttering
to
herself
as
she
slammed
the
door
,
"
I
hate
estimable
young
men
with
brown
eyes
!
"
There
never
was
such
a
Christmas
dinner
as
they
had
that
day
.
The
fat
turkey
was
a
sight
to
behold
,
when
Hannah
sent
him
up
,
stuffed
,
browned
,
and
decorated
.
So
was
the
plum
pudding
,
which
melted
in
one
’
s
mouth
,
likewise
the
jellies
,
in
which
Amy
reveled
like
a
fly
in
a
honeypot
.
Everything
turned
out
well
,
which
was
a
mercy
,
Hannah
said
,
"
For
my
mind
was
that
flustered
,
Mum
,
that
it
’
s
a
merrycle
I
didn
’
t
roast
the
pudding
,
and
stuff
the
turkey
with
raisins
,
let
alone
bilin
’
of
it
in
a
cloth
.
"
Mr
.
Laurence
and
his
grandson
dined
with
them
,
also
Mr
.
Brooke
,
at
whom
Jo
glowered
darkly
,
to
Laurie
’
s
infinite
amusement
.
