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If
Jo
had
not
been
otherwise
engaged
,
Laurie
’
s
behavior
would
have
amused
her
,
for
a
faint
twinge
,
not
of
jealousy
,
but
something
like
suspicion
,
caused
that
gentleman
to
stand
aloof
at
first
,
and
observe
the
newcomer
with
brotherly
circumspection
.
But
it
did
not
last
long
.
He
got
interested
in
spite
of
himself
,
and
before
he
knew
it
,
was
drawn
into
the
circle
.
For
Mr
.
Bhaer
talked
well
in
this
genial
atmosphere
,
and
did
himself
justice
.
He
seldom
spoke
to
Laurie
,
but
he
looked
at
him
often
,
and
a
shadow
would
pass
across
his
face
,
as
if
regretting
his
own
lost
youth
,
as
he
watched
the
young
man
in
his
prime
.
Then
his
eyes
would
turn
to
Jo
so
wistfully
that
she
would
have
surely
answered
the
mute
inquiry
if
she
had
seen
it
.
But
Jo
had
her
own
eyes
to
take
care
of
,
and
feeling
that
they
could
not
be
trusted
,
she
prudently
kept
them
on
the
little
sock
she
was
knitting
,
like
a
model
maiden
aunt
.
A
stealthy
glance
now
and
then
refreshed
her
like
sips
of
fresh
water
after
a
dusty
walk
,
for
the
sidelong
peeps
showed
her
several
propitious
omens
.
Mr
.
Bhaer
’
s
face
had
lost
the
absent
-
minded
expression
,
and
looked
all
alive
with
interest
in
the
present
moment
,
actually
young
and
handsome
,
she
thought
,
forgetting
to
compare
him
with
Laurie
,
as
she
usually
did
strange
men
,
to
their
great
detriment
.
Then
he
seemed
quite
inspired
,
though
the
burial
customs
of
the
ancients
,
to
which
the
conversation
had
strayed
,
might
not
be
considered
an
exhilarating
topic
.
Jo
quite
glowed
with
triumph
when
Teddy
got
quenched
in
an
argument
,
and
thought
to
herself
,
as
she
watched
her
father
’
s
absorbed
face
,
"
How
he
would
enjoy
having
such
a
man
as
my
Professor
to
talk
with
every
day
!
"
Lastly
,
Mr
.
Bhaer
was
dressed
in
a
new
suit
of
black
,
which
made
him
look
more
like
a
gentleman
than
ever
.
His
bushy
hair
had
been
cut
and
smoothly
brushed
,
but
didn
’
t
stay
in
order
long
,
for
in
exciting
moments
,
he
rumpled
it
up
in
the
droll
way
he
used
to
do
,
and
Jo
liked
it
rampantly
erect
better
than
flat
,
because
she
thought
it
gave
his
fine
forehead
a
Jove
-
like
aspect
.
Poor
Jo
,
how
she
did
glorify
that
plain
man
,
as
she
sat
knitting
away
so
quietly
,
yet
letting
nothing
escape
her
,
not
even
the
fact
that
Mr
.
Bhaer
actually
had
gold
sleeve
-
buttons
in
his
immaculate
wristbands
.
"
Dear
old
fellow
!
He
couldn
’
t
have
got
himself
up
with
more
care
if
he
’
d
been
going
a
-
wooing
,
"
said
Jo
to
herself
,
and
then
a
sudden
thought
born
of
the
words
made
her
blush
so
dreadfully
that
she
had
to
drop
her
ball
,
and
go
down
after
it
to
hide
her
face
.
The
maneuver
did
not
succeed
as
well
as
she
expected
,
however
,
for
though
just
in
the
act
of
setting
fire
to
a
funeral
pyre
,
the
Professor
dropped
his
torch
,
metaphorically
speaking
,
and
made
a
dive
after
the
little
blue
ball
.
Of
course
they
bumped
their
heads
smartly
together
,
saw
stars
,
and
both
came
up
flushed
and
laughing
,
without
the
ball
,
to
resume
their
seats
,
wishing
they
had
not
left
them
.
Nobody
knew
where
the
evening
went
to
,
for
Hannah
skillfully
abstracted
the
babies
at
an
early
hour
,
nodding
like
two
rosy
poppies
,
and
Mr
.
Laurence
went
home
to
rest
.
The
others
sat
round
the
fire
,
talking
away
,
utterly
regardless
of
the
lapse
of
time
,
till
Meg
,
whose
maternal
mind
was
impressed
with
a
firm
conviction
that
Daisy
had
tumbled
out
of
bed
,
and
Demi
set
his
nightgown
afire
studying
the
structure
of
matches
,
made
a
move
to
go
.
"
We
must
have
our
sing
,
in
the
good
old
way
,
for
we
are
all
together
again
once
more
,
"
said
Jo
,
feeling
that
a
good
shout
would
be
a
safe
and
pleasant
vent
for
the
jubilant
emotions
of
her
soul
.
They
were
not
all
there
.
But
no
one
found
the
words
thougtless
or
untrue
,
for
Beth
still
seemed
among
them
,
a
peaceful
presence
,
invisible
,
but
dearer
than
ever
,
since
death
could
not
break
the
household
league
that
love
made
disoluble
.
The
little
chair
stood
in
its
old
place
.
The
tidy
basket
,
with
the
bit
of
work
she
left
unfinished
when
the
needle
grew
‘
so
heavy
’
,
was
still
on
its
accustomed
shelf
.
The
beloved
instrument
,
seldom
touched
now
had
not
been
moved
,
and
above
it
Beth
’
s
face
,
serene
and
smiling
,
as
in
the
early
days
,
looked
down
upon
them
,
seeming
to
say
,
"
Be
happy
.
I
am
here
.
"
"
Play
something
,
Amy
.
Let
them
hear
how
much
you
have
improved
,
"
said
Laurie
,
with
pardonable
pride
in
his
promising
pupil
.
