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"
I
rather
think
it
would
,
but
there
’
s
no
knowing
what
may
happen
in
three
years
,
"
said
Jo
thoughtfully
.
"
That
’
s
true
.
Don
’
t
you
wish
you
could
take
a
look
forward
and
see
where
we
shall
all
be
then
?
I
do
,
"
returned
Laurie
.
"
I
think
not
,
for
I
might
see
something
sad
,
and
everyone
looks
so
happy
now
,
I
don
’
t
believe
they
could
be
much
improved
.
"
And
Jo
’
s
eyes
went
slowly
round
the
room
,
brightening
as
they
looked
,
for
the
prospect
was
a
pleasant
one
.
Father
and
Mother
sat
together
,
quietly
reliving
the
first
chapter
of
the
romance
which
for
them
began
some
twenty
years
ago
Amy
was
drawing
the
lovers
,
who
sat
apart
in
a
beautiful
world
of
their
own
,
the
light
of
which
touched
their
faces
with
a
grace
the
little
artist
could
not
copy
.
Beth
lay
on
her
sofa
,
talking
cheerily
with
her
old
friend
,
who
held
her
little
hand
as
if
he
felt
that
it
possessed
the
power
to
lead
him
along
the
peaceful
way
she
walked
.
Jo
lounged
in
her
favorite
low
seat
,
with
the
grave
quiet
look
which
best
became
her
,
and
Laurie
,
leaning
on
the
back
of
her
chair
,
his
chin
on
a
level
with
her
curly
head
,
smiled
with
his
friendliest
aspect
,
and
nodded
at
her
in
the
long
glass
which
reflected
them
both
.
So
the
curtain
falls
upon
Meg
,
Jo
,
Beth
,
and
Amy
.
Whether
it
ever
rises
again
,
depends
upon
the
reception
given
the
first
act
of
the
domestic
drama
called
Little
Women
.
In
order
that
we
may
start
afresh
and
go
to
Meg
’
s
wedding
with
free
minds
,
it
will
be
well
to
begin
with
a
little
gossip
about
the
Marches
.
And
here
let
me
premise
that
if
any
of
the
elders
think
there
is
too
much
‘
lovering
’
in
the
story
,
as
I
fear
they
may
(
I
’
m
not
afraid
the
young
folks
will
make
that
objection
)
,
I
can
only
say
with
Mrs
.
March
,
"
What
can
you
expect
when
I
have
four
gay
girls
in
the
house
,
and
a
dashing
young
neighbor
over
the
way
?
"
The
three
years
that
have
passed
have
brought
but
few
changes
to
the
quiet
family
.
The
war
is
over
,
and
Mr
.
March
safely
at
home
,
busy
with
his
books
and
the
small
parish
which
found
in
him
a
minister
by
nature
as
by
grace
,
a
quiet
,
studious
man
,
rich
in
the
wisdom
that
is
better
than
learning
,
the
charity
which
calls
all
mankind
‘
brother
’
,
the
piety
that
blossoms
into
character
,
making
it
august
and
lovely
.
These
attributes
,
in
spite
of
poverty
and
the
strict
integrity
which
shut
him
out
from
the
more
worldly
successes
,
attracted
to
him
many
admirable
persons
,
as
naturally
as
sweet
herbs
draw
bees
,
and
as
naturally
he
gave
them
the
honey
into
which
fifty
years
of
hard
experience
had
distilled
no
bitter
drop
.
Earnest
young
men
found
the
gray
-
headed
scholar
as
young
at
heart
as
they
;
thoughtful
or
troubled
women
instinctively
brought
their
doubts
to
him
,
sure
of
finding
the
gentlest
sympathy
,
the
wisest
counsel
.
Sinners
told
their
sins
to
the
pure
-
hearted
old
man
and
were
both
rebuked
and
saved
.
Gifted
men
found
a
companion
in
him
.
Ambitious
men
caught
glimpses
of
nobler
ambitions
than
their
own
,
and
even
worldlings
confessed
that
his
beliefs
were
beautiful
and
true
,
although
‘
they
wouldn
’
t
pay
’
.
