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There
was
no
bridal
procession
,
but
a
sudden
silence
fell
upon
the
room
as
Mr
.
March
and
the
young
couple
took
their
places
under
the
green
arch
.
Mother
and
sisters
gathered
close
,
as
if
loath
to
give
Meg
up
.
The
fatherly
voice
broke
more
than
once
,
which
only
seemed
to
make
the
service
more
beautiful
and
solemn
.
The
bridegroom
’
s
hand
trembled
visibly
,
and
no
one
heard
his
replies
.
But
Meg
looked
straight
up
in
her
husband
’
s
eyes
,
and
said
,
"
I
will
!
"
with
such
tender
trust
in
her
own
face
and
voice
that
her
mother
’
s
heart
rejoiced
and
Aunt
March
sniffed
audibly
.
Jo
did
not
cry
,
though
she
was
very
near
it
once
,
and
was
only
saved
from
a
demonstration
by
the
consciousness
that
Laurie
was
staring
fixedly
at
her
,
with
a
comical
mixture
of
merriment
and
emotion
in
his
wicked
black
eyes
.
Beth
kept
her
face
hidden
on
her
mother
’
s
shoulder
,
but
Amy
stood
like
a
graceful
statue
,
with
a
most
becoming
ray
of
sunshine
touching
her
white
forehead
and
the
flower
in
her
hair
.
It
wasn
’
t
at
all
the
thing
,
I
’
m
afraid
,
but
the
minute
she
was
fairly
married
,
Meg
cried
,
"
The
first
kiss
for
Marmee
!
"
and
turning
,
gave
it
with
her
heart
on
her
lips
.
During
the
next
fifteen
minutes
she
looked
more
like
a
rose
than
ever
,
for
everyone
availed
themselves
of
their
privileges
to
the
fullest
extent
,
from
Mr
.
Laurence
to
old
Hannah
,
who
,
adorned
with
a
headdress
fearfully
and
wonderfully
made
,
fell
upon
her
in
the
hall
,
crying
with
a
sob
and
a
chuckle
,
"
Bless
you
,
deary
,
a
hundred
times
!
The
cake
ain
’
t
hurt
a
mite
,
and
everything
looks
lovely
.
"
Everybody
cleared
up
after
that
,
and
said
something
brilliant
,
or
tried
to
,
which
did
just
as
well
,
for
laughter
is
ready
when
hearts
are
light
.
There
was
no
display
of
gifts
,
for
they
were
already
in
the
little
house
,
nor
was
there
an
elaborate
breakfast
,
but
a
plentiful
lunch
of
cake
and
fruit
,
dressed
with
flowers
.
Mr
.
Laurence
and
Aunt
March
shrugged
and
smiled
at
one
another
when
water
,
lemonade
,
and
coffee
were
found
to
be
to
only
sorts
of
nectar
which
the
three
Hebes
carried
round
.
No
one
said
anything
,
till
Laurie
,
who
insisted
on
serving
the
bride
,
appeared
before
her
,
with
a
loaded
salver
in
his
hand
and
a
puzzled
expression
on
his
face
.
"
Has
Jo
smashed
all
the
bottles
by
accident
?
"
he
whispered
,
"
or
am
I
merely
laboring
under
a
delusion
that
I
saw
some
lying
about
loose
this
morning
?
"
"
No
,
your
grandfather
kindly
offered
us
his
best
,
and
Aunt
March
actually
sent
some
,
but
Father
put
away
a
little
for
Beth
,
and
dispatched
the
rest
to
the
Soldier
’
s
Home
.
You
know
he
thinks
that
wine
should
be
used
only
in
illness
,
and
Mother
says
that
neither
she
nor
her
daughters
will
ever
offer
it
to
any
young
man
under
her
roof
.
"
Meg
spoke
seriously
and
expected
to
see
Laurie
frown
or
laugh
,
but
he
did
neither
,
for
after
a
quick
look
at
her
,
he
said
,
in
his
impetuous
way
,
"
I
like
that
!
For
I
’
ve
seen
enough
harm
done
to
wish
other
women
would
think
as
you
do
.
"
"
You
are
not
made
wise
by
experience
,
I
hope
?
"
and
there
was
an
anxious
accent
in
Meg
’
s
voice
.
"
No
.
I
give
you
my
word
for
it
.
Don
’
t
think
too
well
of
me
,
either
,
this
is
not
one
of
my
temptations
.
Being
brought
up
where
wine
is
as
common
as
water
and
almost
as
harmless
,
I
don
’
t
care
for
it
,
but
when
a
pretty
girl
offers
it
,
one
doesn
’
t
like
to
refuse
,
you
see
.
"
