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"
No
,
we
haven
’
t
,
only
the
family
.
My
sister
and
friends
have
just
come
home
,
and
we
are
all
very
happy
.
Come
in
,
and
make
one
of
us
.
"
Though
a
very
social
man
,
I
think
Mr
.
Bhaer
would
have
gone
decorously
away
,
and
come
again
another
day
,
but
how
could
he
,
when
Jo
shut
the
door
behind
him
,
and
bereft
him
of
his
hat
?
Perhaps
her
face
had
something
to
do
with
it
,
for
she
forgot
to
hide
her
joy
at
seeing
him
,
and
showed
it
with
a
frankness
that
proved
irresistible
to
the
solitary
man
,
whose
welcome
far
exceeded
his
boldest
hopes
.
"
If
I
shall
not
be
Monsieur
de
Trop
,
I
will
so
gladly
see
them
all
.
You
haf
been
ill
,
my
friend
?
"
He
put
the
question
abruptly
,
for
,
as
Jo
hung
up
his
coat
,
the
light
fell
on
her
face
,
and
he
saw
a
change
in
it
.
"
Not
ill
,
but
tired
and
sorrowful
.
We
have
had
trouble
since
I
saw
you
last
.
"
"
Ah
,
yes
,
I
know
.
My
heart
was
sore
for
you
when
I
heard
that
,
"
and
he
shook
hands
again
,
with
such
a
sympathetic
face
that
Jo
felt
as
if
no
comfort
could
equal
the
look
of
the
kind
eyes
,
the
grasp
of
the
big
,
warm
hand
.
"
Father
,
Mother
,
this
is
my
friend
,
Professor
Bhaer
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
face
and
tone
of
such
irrepressible
pride
and
pleasure
that
she
might
as
well
have
blown
a
trumpet
and
opened
the
door
with
a
flourish
.
If
the
stranger
had
any
doubts
about
his
reception
,
they
were
set
at
rest
in
a
minute
by
the
cordial
welcome
he
received
.
Everyone
greeted
him
kindly
,
for
Jo
’
s
sake
at
first
,
but
very
soon
they
liked
him
for
his
own
.
They
could
not
help
it
,
for
he
carried
the
talisman
that
opens
all
hearts
,
and
these
simple
people
warmed
to
him
at
once
,
feeling
even
the
more
friendly
because
he
was
poor
.
For
poverty
enriches
those
who
live
above
it
,
and
is
a
sure
passport
to
truly
hospitable
spirits
.
Mr
.
Bhaer
sat
looking
about
him
with
the
air
of
a
traveler
who
knocks
at
a
strange
door
,
and
when
it
opens
,
finds
himself
at
home
.
The
children
went
to
him
like
bees
to
a
honeypot
,
and
establishing
themselves
on
each
knee
,
proceeded
to
captivate
him
by
rifling
his
pockets
,
pulling
his
beard
,
and
investigating
his
watch
,
with
juvenile
audacity
.
The
women
telegraphed
their
approval
to
one
another
,
and
Mr
.
March
,
feeling
that
he
had
got
a
kindred
spirit
,
opened
his
choicest
stores
for
his
guest
’
s
benefit
,
while
silent
John
listened
and
enjoyed
the
talk
,
but
said
not
a
word
,
and
Mr
.
Laurence
found
it
impossible
to
go
to
sleep
.
