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Just
recollect
the
good
aunts
who
have
not
only
lectured
and
fussed
,
but
nursed
and
petted
,
too
often
without
thanks
,
the
scrapes
they
have
helped
you
out
of
,
the
tips
they
have
given
you
from
their
small
store
,
the
stitches
the
patient
old
fingers
have
set
for
you
,
the
steps
the
willing
old
feet
have
taken
,
and
gratefully
pay
the
dear
old
ladies
the
little
attentions
that
women
love
to
receive
as
long
as
they
live
.
The
bright
-
eyed
girls
are
quick
to
see
such
traits
,
and
will
like
you
all
the
better
for
them
,
and
if
death
,
almost
the
only
power
that
can
part
mother
and
son
,
should
rob
you
of
yours
,
you
will
be
sure
to
find
a
tender
welcome
and
maternal
cherishing
from
some
Aunt
Priscilla
,
who
has
kept
the
warmest
corner
of
her
lonely
old
heart
for
‘
the
best
nevvy
in
the
world
’
.
Jo
must
have
fallen
asleep
(
as
I
dare
say
my
reader
has
during
this
little
homily
)
,
for
suddenly
Laurie
’
s
ghost
seemed
to
stand
before
her
,
a
substantial
,
lifelike
ghost
,
leaning
over
her
with
the
very
look
he
used
to
wear
when
he
felt
a
good
deal
and
didn
’
t
like
to
show
it
.
But
,
like
Jenny
in
the
ballad
.
.
.
"
She
could
not
think
it
he
,
"
and
lay
staring
up
at
him
in
startled
silence
,
till
he
stooped
and
kissed
her
.
Then
she
knew
him
,
and
flew
up
,
crying
joyfully
.
.
.
"
Oh
my
Teddy
!
Oh
my
Teddy
!
"
"
Dear
Jo
,
you
are
glad
to
see
me
,
then
?
"
"
Glad
!
My
blessed
boy
,
words
can
’
t
express
my
gladness
.
Where
’
s
Amy
?
"
"
Your
mother
has
got
her
down
at
Meg
’
s
.
We
stopped
there
by
the
way
,
and
there
was
no
getting
my
wife
out
of
their
clutches
.
"
"
Your
what
?
"
cried
Jo
,
for
Laurie
uttered
those
two
words
with
an
unconscious
pride
and
satisfaction
which
betrayed
him
.
