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Next
morning
,
instead
of
the
usual
call
,
Amy
received
a
note
which
made
her
smile
at
the
beginning
and
sigh
at
the
end
My
Dear
Mentor
,
Please
make
my
adieux
to
your
aunt
,
and
exult
within
yourself
,
for
‘
Lazy
Laurence
’
has
gone
to
his
grandpa
,
like
the
best
of
boys
.
A
pleasant
winter
to
you
,
and
may
the
gods
grant
you
a
blissful
honeymoon
at
Valrosa
!
I
think
Fred
would
be
benefited
by
a
rouser
.
Tell
him
so
,
with
my
congratulations
.
Yours
gratefully
,
Telemachus
"
Good
boy
!
I
’
m
glad
he
’
s
gone
,
"
said
Amy
,
with
an
approving
smile
.
The
next
minute
her
face
fell
as
she
glanced
about
the
empty
room
,
adding
,
with
an
involuntary
sigh
,
"
Yes
,
I
am
glad
,
but
how
I
shall
miss
him
.
"
When
the
first
bitterness
was
over
,
the
family
accepted
the
inevitable
,
and
tried
to
bear
it
cheerfully
,
helping
one
another
by
the
increased
affection
which
comes
to
bind
households
tenderly
together
in
times
of
trouble
.
They
put
away
their
grief
,
and
each
did
his
or
her
part
toward
making
that
last
year
a
happy
one
.
The
pleasantest
room
in
the
house
was
set
apart
for
Beth
,
and
in
it
was
gathered
everything
that
she
most
loved
,
flowers
,
pictures
,
her
piano
,
the
little
worktable
,
and
the
beloved
pussies
.
Father
’
s
best
books
found
their
way
there
,
Mother
’
s
easy
chair
,
Jo
’
s
desk
,
Amy
’
s
finest
sketches
,
and
every
day
Meg
brought
her
babies
on
a
loving
pilgrimage
,
to
make
sunshine
for
Aunty
Beth
.
John
quietly
set
apart
a
little
sum
,
that
he
might
enjoy
the
pleasure
of
keeping
the
invalid
supplied
with
the
fruit
she
loved
and
longed
for
.
Old
Hannah
never
wearied
of
concocting
dainty
dishes
to
tempt
a
capricious
appetite
,
dropping
tears
as
she
worked
,
and
from
across
the
sea
came
little
gifts
and
cheerful
letters
,
seeming
to
bring
breaths
of
warmth
and
fragrance
from
lands
that
know
no
winter
.
Here
,
cherished
like
a
household
saint
in
its
shrine
,
sat
Beth
,
tranquil
and
busy
as
ever
,
for
nothing
could
change
the
sweet
,
unselfish
nature
,
and
even
while
preparing
to
leave
life
,
she
tried
to
make
it
happier
for
those
who
should
remain
behind
.
The
feeble
fingers
were
never
idle
,
and
one
of
her
pleasures
was
to
make
little
things
for
the
school
children
daily
passing
to
and
fro
,
to
drop
a
pair
of
mittens
from
her
window
for
a
pair
of
purple
hands
,
a
needlebook
for
some
small
mother
of
many
dolls
,
penwipers
for
young
penmen
toiling
through
forests
of
pothooks
,
scrapbooks
for
picture
-
loving
eyes
,
and
all
manner
of
pleasant
devices
,
till
the
reluctant
climbers
of
the
ladder
of
learning
found
their
way
strewn
with
flowers
,
as
it
were
,
and
came
to
regard
the
gentle
giver
as
a
sort
of
fairy
godmother
,
who
sat
above
there
,
and
showered
down
gifts
miraculously
suited
to
their
tastes
and
needs
.
If
Beth
had
wanted
any
reward
,
she
found
it
in
the
bright
little
faces
always
turned
up
to
her
window
,
with
nods
and
smiles
,
and
the
droll
little
letters
which
came
to
her
,
full
of
blots
and
gratitude
.
The
first
few
months
were
very
happy
ones
,
and
Beth
often
used
to
look
round
,
and
say
"
How
beautiful
this
is
!
"
as
they
all
sat
together
in
her
sunny
room
,
the
babies
kicking
and
crowing
on
the
floor
,
mother
and
sisters
working
near
,
and
father
reading
,
in
his
pleasant
voice
,
from
the
wise
old
books
which
seemed
rich
in
good
and
comfortable
words
,
as
applicable
now
as
when
written
centuries
ago
,
a
little
chapel
,
where
a
paternal
priest
taught
his
flock
the
hard
lessons
all
must
learn
,
trying
to
show
them
that
hope
can
comfort
love
,
and
faith
make
resignation
possible
.
Simple
sermons
,
that
went
straight
to
the
souls
of
those
who
listened
,
for
the
father
’
s
heart
was
in
the
minister
’
s
religion
,
and
the
frequent
falter
in
the
voice
gave
a
double
eloquence
to
the
words
he
spoke
or
read
.
