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After
that
,
the
little
brown
hood
slipped
through
the
hedge
nearly
every
day
,
and
the
great
drawing
room
was
haunted
by
a
tuneful
spirit
that
came
and
went
unseen
.
She
never
knew
that
Mr
.
Laurence
opened
his
study
door
to
hear
the
old
-
fashioned
airs
he
liked
.
She
never
saw
Laurie
mount
guard
in
the
hall
to
warn
the
servants
away
.
She
never
suspected
that
the
exercise
books
and
new
songs
which
she
found
in
the
rack
were
put
there
for
her
especial
benefit
,
and
when
he
talked
to
her
about
music
at
home
,
she
only
thought
how
kind
he
was
to
tell
things
that
helped
her
so
much
.
So
she
enjoyed
herself
heartily
,
and
found
,
what
isn
’
t
always
the
case
,
that
her
granted
wish
was
all
she
had
hoped
.
Perhaps
it
was
because
she
was
so
grateful
for
this
blessing
that
a
greater
was
given
her
.
At
any
rate
she
deserved
both
.
"
Mother
,
I
’
m
going
to
work
Mr
.
Laurence
a
pair
of
slippers
.
He
is
so
kind
to
me
,
I
must
thank
him
,
and
I
don
’
t
know
any
other
way
.
Can
I
do
it
?
"
asked
Beth
,
a
few
weeks
after
that
eventful
call
of
his
.
"
Yes
,
dear
.
It
will
please
him
very
much
,
and
be
a
nice
way
of
thanking
him
.
The
girls
will
help
you
about
them
,
and
I
will
pay
for
the
making
up
,
"
replied
Mrs
.
March
,
who
took
peculiar
pleasure
in
granting
Beth
’
s
requests
because
she
so
seldom
asked
anything
for
herself
.
After
many
serious
discussions
with
Meg
and
Jo
,
the
pattern
was
chosen
,
the
materials
bought
,
and
the
slippers
begun
.
A
cluster
of
grave
yet
cheerful
pansies
on
a
deeper
purple
ground
was
pronounced
very
appropriate
and
pretty
,
and
Beth
worked
away
early
and
late
,
with
occasional
lifts
over
hard
parts
.
She
was
a
nimble
little
needlewoman
,
and
they
were
finished
before
anyone
got
tired
of
them
.
Then
she
wrote
a
short
,
simple
note
,
and
with
Laurie
’
s
help
,
got
them
smuggled
onto
the
study
table
one
morning
before
the
old
gentleman
was
up
.
When
this
excitement
was
over
,
Beth
waited
to
see
what
would
happen
.
All
day
passed
and
a
part
of
the
next
before
any
acknowledgement
arrived
,
and
she
was
beginning
to
fear
she
had
offended
her
crochety
friend
.
On
the
afternoon
of
the
second
day
,
she
went
out
to
do
an
errand
,
and
give
poor
Joanna
,
the
invalid
doll
,
her
daily
exercise
.
As
she
came
up
the
street
,
on
her
return
,
she
saw
three
,
yes
,
four
heads
popping
in
and
out
of
the
parlor
windows
,
and
the
moment
they
saw
her
,
several
hands
were
waved
,
and
several
joyful
voices
screamed
.
.
.
"
Here
’
s
a
letter
from
the
old
gentleman
!
Come
quick
,
and
read
it
!
"
"
Oh
,
Beth
,
he
’
s
sent
you
.
.
.
"
began
Amy
,
gesticulating
with
unseemly
energy
,
but
she
got
no
further
,
for
Jo
quenched
her
by
slamming
down
the
window
.
Beth
hurried
on
in
a
flutter
of
suspense
.
At
the
door
her
sisters
seized
and
bore
her
to
the
parlor
in
a
triumphal
procession
,
all
pointing
and
all
saying
at
once
,
"
Look
there
!
Look
there
!
"
Beth
did
look
,
and
turned
pale
with
delight
and
surprise
,
for
there
stood
a
little
cabinet
piano
,
with
a
letter
lying
on
the
glossy
lid
,
directed
like
a
sign
board
to
"
Miss
Elizabeth
March
.
"
