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"
So
I
will
,
at
once
.
Poor
little
girl
,
it
will
be
a
sad
going
home
for
her
,
I
’
m
afraid
,
"
and
Laurie
opened
his
desk
,
as
if
writing
to
Amy
had
been
the
proper
conclusion
of
the
sentence
left
unfinished
some
weeks
before
.
But
he
did
not
write
the
letter
that
day
,
for
as
he
rummaged
out
his
best
paper
,
he
came
across
something
which
changed
his
purpose
.
Tumbling
about
in
one
part
of
the
desk
among
bills
,
passports
,
and
business
documents
of
various
kinds
were
several
of
Jo
’
s
letters
,
and
in
another
compartment
were
three
notes
from
Amy
,
carefully
tied
up
with
one
of
her
blue
ribbons
and
sweetly
suggestive
of
the
little
dead
roses
put
away
inside
.
With
a
half
-
repentant
,
half
-
amused
expression
,
Laurie
gathered
up
all
Jo
’
s
letters
,
smoothed
,
folded
,
and
put
them
neatly
into
a
small
drawer
of
the
desk
,
stood
a
minute
turning
the
ring
thoughtfully
on
his
finger
,
then
slowly
drew
it
off
,
laid
it
with
the
letters
,
locked
the
drawer
,
and
went
out
to
hear
High
Mass
at
Saint
Stefan
’
s
,
feeling
as
if
there
had
been
a
funeral
,
and
though
not
overwhelmed
with
affliction
,
this
seemed
a
more
proper
way
to
spend
the
rest
of
the
day
than
in
writing
letters
to
charming
young
ladies
.
The
letter
went
very
soon
,
however
,
and
was
promptly
answered
,
for
Amy
was
homesick
,
and
confessed
it
in
the
most
delightfully
confiding
manner
.
The
correspondence
flourished
famously
,
and
letters
flew
to
and
fro
with
unfailing
regularity
all
through
the
early
spring
.
Laurie
sold
his
busts
,
made
allumettes
of
his
opera
,
and
went
back
to
Paris
,
hoping
somebody
would
arrive
before
long
.
He
wanted
desperately
to
go
to
Nice
,
but
would
not
till
he
was
asked
,
and
Amy
would
not
ask
him
,
for
just
then
she
was
having
little
experiences
of
her
own
,
which
made
her
rather
wish
to
avoid
the
quizzical
eyes
of
‘
our
boy
’
.
Fred
Vaughn
had
returned
,
and
put
the
question
to
which
she
had
once
decided
to
answer
,
"
Yes
,
thank
you
,
"
but
now
she
said
,
"
No
,
thank
you
,
"
kindly
but
steadily
,
for
when
the
time
came
,
her
courage
failed
her
,
and
she
found
that
something
more
than
money
and
position
was
needed
to
satisfy
the
new
longing
that
filled
her
heart
so
full
of
tender
hopes
and
fears
.
The
words
,
"
Fred
is
a
good
fellow
,
but
not
at
all
the
man
I
fancied
you
would
ever
like
,
"
and
Laurie
’
s
face
when
he
uttered
them
,
kept
returning
to
her
as
pertinaciously
as
her
own
did
when
she
said
in
look
,
if
not
in
words
,
"
I
shall
marry
for
money
.
"
It
troubled
her
to
remember
that
now
,
she
wished
she
could
take
it
back
,
it
sounded
so
unwomanly
.
She
didn
’
t
want
Laurie
to
think
her
a
heartless
,
worldly
creature
.
She
didn
’
t
care
to
be
a
queen
of
society
now
half
so
much
as
she
did
to
be
a
lovable
woman
.
She
was
so
glad
he
didn
’
t
hate
her
for
the
dreadful
things
she
said
,
but
took
them
so
beautifully
and
was
kinder
than
ever
.
His
letters
were
such
a
comfort
,
for
the
home
letters
were
very
irregular
and
not
half
so
satisfactory
as
his
when
they
did
come
.
It
was
not
only
a
pleasure
,
but
a
duty
to
answer
them
,
for
the
poor
fellow
was
forlorn
,
and
needed
petting
,
since
Jo
persisted
in
being
stonyhearted
.
She
ought
to
have
made
an
effort
and
tried
to
love
him
.
It
couldn
’
t
be
very
hard
,
many
people
would
be
proud
and
glad
to
have
such
a
dear
boy
care
for
them
.
But
Jo
never
would
act
like
other
girls
,
so
there
was
nothing
to
do
but
be
very
kind
and
treat
him
like
a
brother
.
If
all
brothers
were
treated
as
well
as
Laurie
was
at
this
period
,
they
would
be
a
much
happier
race
of
beings
than
they
are
.
Amy
never
lectured
now
.
She
asked
his
opinion
on
all
subjects
,
she
was
interested
in
everything
he
did
,
made
charming
little
presents
for
him
,
and
sent
him
two
letters
a
week
,
full
of
lively
gossip
,
sisterly
confidences
,
and
captivating
sketches
of
the
lovely
scenes
about
her
.
As
few
brothers
are
complimented
by
having
their
letters
carried
about
in
their
sister
’
s
pockets
,
read
and
reread
diligently
,
cried
over
when
short
,
kissed
when
long
,
and
treasured
carefully
,
we
will
not
hint
that
Amy
did
any
of
these
fond
and
foolish
things
.
But
she
certainly
did
grow
a
little
pale
and
pensive
that
spring
,
lost
much
of
her
relish
for
society
,
and
went
out
sketching
alone
a
good
deal
.
She
never
had
much
to
show
when
she
came
home
,
but
was
studying
nature
,
I
dare
say
,
while
she
sat
for
hours
,
with
her
hands
folded
,
on
the
terrace
at
Valrosa
,
or
absently
sketched
any
fancy
that
occurred
to
her
,
a
stalwart
knight
carved
on
a
tomb
,
a
young
man
asleep
in
the
grass
,
with
his
hat
over
his
eyes
,
or
a
curly
haired
girl
in
gorgeous
array
,
promenading
down
a
ballroom
on
the
arm
of
a
tall
gentleman
,
both
faces
being
left
a
blur
according
to
the
last
fashion
in
art
,
which
was
safe
but
not
altogether
satisfactory
.
Her
aunt
thought
that
she
regretted
her
answer
to
Fred
,
and
finding
denials
useless
and
explanations
impossible
,
Amy
left
her
to
think
what
she
liked
,
taking
care
that
Laurie
should
know
that
Fred
had
gone
to
Egypt
.
That
was
all
,
but
he
understood
it
,
and
looked
relieved
,
as
he
said
to
himself
,
with
a
venerable
air
.
.
.
"
I
was
sure
she
would
think
better
of
it
.
Poor
old
fellow
!
I
’
ve
been
through
it
all
,
and
I
can
sympathize
.
"
