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Mrs
.
March
glanced
at
Jo
as
she
spoke
,
but
the
face
opposite
seemed
quite
unconscious
of
any
secret
disquietude
but
Beth
’
s
,
and
after
sewing
thoughtfully
for
a
minute
,
Jo
said
,
"
I
think
she
is
growing
up
,
and
so
begins
to
dream
dreams
,
and
have
hopes
and
fears
and
fidgets
,
without
knowing
why
or
being
able
to
explain
them
.
Why
,
Mother
,
Beth
’
s
eighteen
,
but
we
don
’
t
realize
it
,
and
treat
her
like
a
child
,
forgetting
she
’
s
a
woman
.
"
"
So
she
is
.
Dear
heart
,
how
fast
you
do
grow
up
,
"
returned
her
mother
with
a
sigh
and
a
smile
.
"
Can
’
t
be
helped
,
Marmee
,
so
you
must
resign
yourself
to
all
sorts
of
worries
,
and
let
your
birds
hop
out
of
the
nest
,
one
by
one
.
I
promise
never
to
hop
very
far
,
if
that
is
any
comfort
to
you
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
great
comfort
,
Jo
.
I
always
feel
strong
when
you
are
at
home
,
now
Meg
is
gone
.
Beth
is
too
feeble
and
Amy
too
young
to
depend
upon
,
but
when
the
tug
comes
,
you
are
always
ready
.
"
"
Why
,
you
know
I
don
’
t
mind
hard
jobs
much
,
and
there
must
always
be
one
scrub
in
a
family
.
Amy
is
splendid
in
fine
works
and
I
’
m
not
,
but
I
feel
in
my
element
when
all
the
carpets
are
to
be
taken
up
,
or
half
the
family
fall
sick
at
once
.
Amy
is
distinguishing
herself
abroad
,
but
if
anything
is
amiss
at
home
,
I
’
m
your
man
.
"
"
I
leave
Beth
to
your
hands
,
then
,
for
she
will
open
her
tender
little
heart
to
her
Jo
sooner
than
to
anyone
else
.
Be
very
kind
,
and
don
’
t
let
her
think
anyone
watches
or
talks
about
her
.
If
she
only
would
get
quite
strong
and
cheerful
again
,
I
shouldn
’
t
have
a
wish
in
the
world
.
"
"
Happy
woman
!
I
’
ve
got
heaps
.
"
"
My
dear
,
what
are
they
?
"
"
I
’
ll
settle
Bethy
’
s
troubles
,
and
then
I
’
ll
tell
you
mine
.
They
are
not
very
wearing
,
so
they
’
ll
keep
.
"
and
Jo
stitched
away
,
with
a
wise
nod
which
set
her
mother
’
s
heart
at
rest
about
her
for
the
present
at
least
.
While
apparently
absorbed
in
her
own
affairs
,
Jo
watched
Beth
,
and
after
many
conflicting
conjectures
,
finally
settled
upon
one
which
seemed
to
explain
the
change
in
her
.
A
slight
incident
gave
Jo
the
clue
to
the
mystery
,
she
thought
,
and
lively
fancy
,
loving
heart
did
the
rest
.
She
was
affecting
to
write
busily
one
Saturday
afternoon
,
when
she
and
Beth
were
alone
together
.
Yet
as
she
scribbled
,
she
kept
her
eye
on
her
sister
,
who
seemed
unusually
quiet
.
Sitting
at
the
window
,
Beth
’
s
work
often
dropped
into
her
lap
,
and
she
leaned
her
head
upon
her
hand
,
in
a
dejected
attitude
,
while
her
eyes
rested
on
the
dull
,
autumnal
landscape
.
Suddenly
some
one
passed
below
,
whistling
like
an
operatic
blackbird
,
and
a
voice
called
out
,
"
All
serene
!
Coming
in
tonight
.
"
