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"
I
wish
you
well
,
my
dear
,
I
heartily
wish
you
well
,
but
I
think
you
’
ll
be
sorry
for
it
,
"
said
Aunt
March
to
Meg
,
adding
to
the
bridegroom
,
as
he
led
her
to
the
carriage
,
"
You
’
ve
got
a
treasure
,
young
man
,
see
that
you
deserve
it
.
"
"
That
is
the
prettiest
wedding
I
’
ve
been
to
for
an
age
,
Ned
,
and
I
don
’
t
see
why
,
for
there
wasn
’
t
a
bit
of
style
about
it
,
"
observed
Mrs
.
Moffat
to
her
husband
,
as
they
drove
away
"
Laurie
,
my
lad
,
if
you
ever
want
to
indulge
in
this
sort
of
thing
,
get
one
of
those
little
girls
to
help
you
,
and
I
shall
be
perfectly
satisfied
,
"
said
Mr
.
Laurence
,
settling
himself
in
his
easy
chair
to
rest
after
the
excitement
of
the
morning
.
"
I
’
ll
do
my
best
to
gratify
you
,
Sir
,
"
was
Laurie
’
s
unusually
dutiful
reply
,
as
he
carefully
unpinned
the
posy
Jo
had
put
in
his
buttonhole
.
The
little
house
was
not
far
away
,
and
the
only
bridal
journey
Meg
had
was
the
quiet
walk
with
John
from
the
old
home
to
the
new
.
When
she
came
down
,
looking
like
a
pretty
Quakeress
in
her
dove
-
colored
suit
and
straw
bonnet
tied
with
white
,
they
all
gathered
about
her
to
say
‘
good
-
by
’
,
as
tenderly
as
if
she
had
been
going
to
make
the
grand
tour
.
"
Don
’
t
feel
that
I
am
separated
from
you
,
Marmee
dear
,
or
that
I
love
you
any
the
less
for
loving
John
so
much
,
"
she
said
,
clinging
to
her
mother
,
with
full
eyes
for
a
moment
.
"
I
shall
come
every
day
,
Father
,
and
expect
to
keep
my
old
place
in
all
your
hearts
,
though
I
am
married
.
Beth
is
going
to
be
with
me
a
great
deal
,
and
the
other
girls
will
drop
in
now
and
then
to
laugh
at
my
housekeeping
struggles
.
Thank
you
all
for
my
happy
wedding
day
.
Good
-
by
,
good
-
by
!
"
They
stood
watching
her
,
with
faces
full
of
love
and
hope
and
tender
pride
as
she
walked
away
,
leaning
on
her
husband
’
s
arm
,
with
her
hands
full
of
flowers
and
the
June
sunshine
brightening
her
happy
face
—
and
so
Meg
’
s
married
life
began
.
It
takes
people
a
long
time
to
learn
the
difference
between
talent
and
genius
,
especially
ambitious
young
men
and
women
.
Amy
was
learning
this
distinction
through
much
tribulation
,
for
mistaking
enthusiasm
for
inspiration
,
she
attempted
every
branch
of
art
with
youthful
audacity
.
For
a
long
time
there
was
a
lull
in
the
‘
mud
-
pie
’
business
,
and
she
devoted
herself
to
the
finest
pen
-
and
-
ink
drawing
,
in
which
she
showed
such
taste
and
skill
that
her
graceful
handiwork
proved
both
pleasant
and
profitable
.
But
over
-
strained
eyes
caused
pen
and
ink
to
be
laid
aside
for
a
bold
attempt
at
poker
-
sketching
.
While
this
attack
lasted
,
the
family
lived
in
constant
fear
of
a
conflagration
,
for
the
odor
of
burning
wood
pervaded
the
house
at
all
hours
,
smoke
issued
from
attic
and
shed
with
alarming
frequency
,
red
-
hot
pokers
lay
about
promiscuously
,
and
Hannah
never
went
to
bed
without
a
pail
of
water
and
the
dinner
bell
at
her
door
in
case
of
fire
.
Raphael
’
s
face
was
found
boldly
executed
on
the
underside
of
the
moulding
board
,
and
Bacchus
on
the
head
of
a
beer
barrel
.
A
chanting
cherub
adorned
the
cover
of
the
sugar
bucket
,
and
attempts
to
portray
Romeo
and
Juliet
supplied
kindling
for
some
time
.
From
fire
to
oil
was
a
natural
transition
for
burned
fingers
,
and
Amy
fell
to
painting
with
undiminished
ardor
.
An
artist
friend
fitted
her
out
with
his
castoff
palettes
,
brushes
,
and
colors
,
and
she
daubed
away
,
producing
pastoral
and
marine
views
such
as
were
never
seen
on
land
or
sea
.
Her
monstrosities
in
the
way
of
cattle
would
have
taken
prizes
at
an
agricultural
fair
,
and
the
perilous
pitching
of
her
vessels
would
have
produced
seasickness
in
the
most
nautical
observer
,
if
the
utter
disregard
to
all
known
rules
of
shipbuilding
and
rigging
had
not
convulsed
him
with
laughter
at
the
first
glance
.
Swarthy
boys
and
dark
-
eyed
Madonnas
,
staring
at
you
from
one
corner
of
the
studio
,
suggested
Murillo
;
oily
brown
shadows
of
faces
with
a
lurid
streak
in
the
wrong
place
,
meant
Rembrandt
;
buxom
ladies
and
dropiscal
infants
,
Rubens
;
and
Turner
appeared
in
tempests
of
blue
thunder
,
orange
lightning
,
brown
rain
,
and
purple
clouds
,
with
a
tomato
-
colored
splash
in
the
middle
,
which
might
be
the
sun
or
a
bouy
,
a
sailor
’
s
shirt
or
a
king
’
s
robe
,
as
the
spectator
pleased
.
