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Yes
,
Jo
was
a
very
happy
woman
there
,
in
spite
of
hard
work
,
much
anxiety
,
and
a
perpetual
racket
.
She
enjoyed
it
heartily
and
found
the
applause
of
her
boys
more
satisfying
than
any
praise
of
the
world
,
for
now
she
told
no
stories
except
to
her
flock
of
enthusiastic
believers
and
admirers
.
As
the
years
went
on
,
two
little
lads
of
her
own
came
to
increase
her
happiness
—
Rob
,
named
for
Grandpa
,
and
Teddy
,
a
happy
-
go
-
lucky
baby
,
who
seemed
to
have
inherited
his
papa
’
s
sunshiny
temper
as
well
as
his
mother
’
s
lively
spirit
.
How
they
ever
grew
up
alive
in
that
whirlpool
of
boys
was
a
mystery
to
their
grandma
and
aunts
,
but
they
flourished
like
dandelions
in
spring
,
and
their
rough
nurses
loved
and
served
them
well
.
There
were
a
great
many
holidays
at
Plumfield
,
and
one
of
the
most
delightful
was
the
yearly
apple
-
picking
.
For
then
the
Marches
,
Laurences
,
Brookes
and
Bhaers
turned
out
in
full
force
and
made
a
day
of
it
.
Five
years
after
Jo
’
s
wedding
,
one
of
these
fruitful
festivals
occurred
,
a
mellow
October
day
,
when
the
air
was
full
of
an
exhilarating
freshness
which
made
the
spirits
rise
and
the
blood
dance
healthily
in
the
veins
.
The
old
orchard
wore
its
holiday
attire
.
Goldenrod
and
asters
fringed
the
mossy
walls
.
Grasshoppers
skipped
briskly
in
the
sere
grass
,
and
crickets
chirped
like
fairy
pipers
at
a
feast
.
Squirrels
were
busy
with
their
small
harvesting
.
Birds
twittered
their
adieux
from
the
alders
in
the
lane
,
and
every
tree
stood
ready
to
send
down
its
shower
of
red
or
yellow
apples
at
the
first
shake
.
Everybody
was
there
.
Everybody
laughed
and
sang
,
climbed
up
and
tumbled
down
.
Everybody
declared
that
there
never
had
been
such
a
perfect
day
or
such
a
jolly
set
to
enjoy
it
,
and
everyone
gave
themselves
up
to
the
simple
pleasures
of
the
hour
as
freely
as
if
there
were
no
such
things
as
care
or
sorrow
in
the
world
.
Mr
.
March
strolled
placidly
about
,
quoting
Tusser
,
Cowley
,
and
Columella
to
Mr
.
Laurence
,
while
enjoying
.
.
.
The
gentle
apple
’
s
winey
juice
.
The
Professor
charged
up
and
down
the
green
aisles
like
a
stout
Teutonic
knight
,
with
a
pole
for
a
lance
,
leading
on
the
boys
,
who
made
a
hook
and
ladder
company
of
themselves
,
and
performed
wonders
in
the
way
of
ground
and
lofty
tumbling
.
Laurie
devoted
himself
to
the
little
ones
,
rode
his
small
daughter
in
a
bushel
-
basket
,
took
Daisy
up
among
the
bird
’
s
nests
,
and
kept
adventurous
Rob
from
breaking
his
neck
.
Mrs
.
March
and
Meg
sat
among
the
apple
piles
like
a
pair
of
Pomonas
,
sorting
the
contributions
that
kept
pouring
in
,
while
Amy
with
a
beautiful
motherly
expression
in
her
face
sketched
the
various
groups
,
and
watched
over
one
pale
lad
,
who
sat
adoring
her
with
his
little
crutch
beside
him
.
Jo
was
in
her
element
that
day
,
and
rushed
about
,
with
her
gown
pinned
up
,
and
her
hat
anywhere
but
on
her
head
,
and
her
baby
tucked
under
her
arm
,
ready
for
any
lively
adventure
which
might
turn
up
.
Little
Teddy
bore
a
charmed
life
,
for
nothing
ever
happened
to
him
,
and
Jo
never
felt
any
anxiety
when
he
was
whisked
up
into
a
tree
by
one
lad
,
galloped
off
on
the
back
of
another
,
or
supplied
with
sour
russets
by
his
indulgent
papa
,
who
labored
under
the
Germanic
delusion
that
babies
could
digest
anything
,
from
pickled
cabbage
to
buttons
,
nails
,
and
their
own
small
shoes
.
She
knew
that
little
Ted
would
turn
up
again
in
time
,
safe
and
rosy
,
dirty
and
serene
,
and
she
always
received
him
back
with
a
hearty
welcome
,
for
Jo
loved
her
babies
tenderly
.
At
four
o
’
clock
a
lull
took
place
,
and
baskets
remained
empty
,
while
the
apple
pickers
rested
and
compared
rents
and
bruises
.
Then
Jo
and
Meg
,
with
a
detachment
of
the
bigger
boys
,
set
forth
the
supper
on
the
grass
,
for
an
out
-
of
-
door
tea
was
always
the
crowning
joy
of
the
day
.
The
land
literally
flowed
with
milk
and
honey
on
such
occasions
,
for
the
lads
were
not
required
to
sit
at
table
,
but
allowed
to
partake
of
refreshment
as
they
liked
—
freedom
being
the
sauce
best
beloved
by
the
boyish
soul
.
They
availed
themselves
of
the
rare
privilege
to
the
fullest
extent
,
for
some
tried
the
pleasing
experiment
of
drinking
milk
while
standing
on
their
heads
,
others
lent
a
charm
to
leapfrog
by
eating
pie
in
the
pauses
of
the
game
,
cookies
were
sown
broadcast
over
the
field
,
and
apple
turnovers
roosted
in
the
trees
like
a
new
style
of
bird
.
The
little
girls
had
a
private
tea
party
,
and
Ted
roved
among
the
edibles
at
his
own
sweet
will
.
