Chapter 20 of Little Women. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Amelia Chesley. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott, Chapter 20. Confidential. I don't think I have any words in which to tell the meaning of the mother and daughters. Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe. So I will leave it to the imagination of my readers, merely saying that the house was full of genuine happiness and that Meg's tender hope was realized, for when Beth woke from that long, healing sleep, the first objects on which her eyes fell were the little rose and mother's face. Too weak to wonder at anything, she only smiled and nestled close in the loving arms about her, feeling that the hungry longing was satisfied at last. Then she slept again, and the girls waited upon their mother, for she would not unclasp the thin hand which clung to hers even in sleep. Hannah had dished up an astonishing breakfast for the traveler, finding it impossible to vent her excitement in any other way. And Meg and Joe fed their mother like dutiful young storks, while they listened to her whispered account of father's state. Mr. Brooks promised to stay and nurse him, the delays which the storm occasioned on the homeward journey, and the unspeakable comfort Lori's hopeful face had given her when she arrived, worn out with fatigue, anxiety, and cold. What a strange yet pleasant day that was, so brilliant and gay without, for all the world seemed abroad to welcome the first snow, so quiet and reposeful within, for everyone slept spent with watching, and a Sabbath stillness reigned through the house while nodding Hannah mounted guard at the door. With a blissful sense of burdens lifted off, Meg and Joe closed their weary eyes and lay at rest like storm-beaten boats safe at anchor in a quiet harbor. Mrs. March would not leave Beth's side, but rested in the big chair, waking often to look at, touch, and brood over her child, like a miser over some recovered treasure. Lori, meanwhile, posted off to comfort Amy, and told his story so well that Aunt March actually sniffed herself and never once said, I told you so. Amy came out so strong on this occasion that I think the good thoughts in that little chapel really began to bear fruit. She dried her tears quickly, restrained her impatience to see her mother, and never even thought of the turquoise ring when the old lady heartily agreed, in Lori's opinion, that she behaved like a capital little woman. Even Polly seemed impressed, for he called her a good girl, blessed her buttons, and begged her to come and take a walk, dear, in his most affable tone. She would very gladly have gone out to enjoy the bright wintery weather, but discovering that Lori was dropping with sleep, in spite of manful efforts to conceal the fact, she persuaded him to rest on the sofa while she wrote a note to her mother. She was a long time about it, and when she returned, he was stretched out with both arms under his head, sound asleep, while Aunt March had pulled down the curtains and sat doing nothing in an unusual fit of benignity. After a while, they began to think he was not going to wake up till night, and I'm not sure that he would had he not been effectually roused by Amy's cry of joy at the sight of her mother. There probably were a good many happy little girls in and about the city that day, but it is my private opinion that Amy was the happiest of all when she sat in her mother's lap and told her trials, receiving consolation and compensation in the shape of approving smiles and fond caresses. They were alone together in the chapel, to which her mother did not object when its purpose was explained to her. On the contrary, I like it very much dear, looking from the dusty rosary to the well-worn little book and the lovely picture with its garland of evergreen. It is an excellent plan to have some place where we can go to be quiet when things vex or grieve us. There are a good many hard times in this life of ours, but we can always bear them if we ask help in the right way. I think my little girl is learning this. Yes, mother, and when I go home, I mean to have a corner in the big closet to put my books and the copy of that picture which I've tried to make. The woman's face is not good. It's too beautiful for me to draw, but the baby has done better and I love it very much. I like to think he was a little child once, for then I don't seem so far away and that helps me. As Amy pointed to the smiling Christ child on his mother's knee, Mrs. March saw something on the lifted hand that made her smile. She said nothing, but Amy understood the look and after a minute's pause she added gravely, I wanted to speak to you about this, but I forgot. Aunt gave me the ring today. She called me to her and kissed me and put it on my finger and said I was a credit to her and she'd like to keep me always. She gave that funny guard to keep the turquoise on as it's too big. I'd like to wear them, mother, can I? They are very pretty, but I think you're rather too young for such ornaments, Amy, said Mrs. March, looking at the plump little hand with the band of sky blue stones on the forefinger and the quaint guard formed of two tiny golden hands clasped together. I'll try not to be vain, said Amy. I don't think I like it only because it's so pretty, but I want to wear it as the girl in the story wore her bracelet to remind me of something. Do you mean Aunt March? asked her mother, laughing. No, to remind me not to be selfish. Amy looked so earnest and sincere about it that her mother stopped laughing and listened respectfully to the little plan. I've thought a great deal lately about my bundle of naughties, and being selfish is the largest one in it, so I'm going to try hard to cure it if I can. Beth isn't selfish, and that's the reason everyone loves her and feels so bad at the thoughts of losing her. People wouldn't feel so bad about me if I was sick and I don't deserve to have them, but I'd like to be loved and missed by a great many friends, so I'm going to try and be like Beth all I can. I'm apt to forget my resolutions, but if I had something always about me to remind me, I guess I should do better. Maybe try it this way? Yes, but I have more faith in the corner of the big closet. Wear your ring, dear, and do your best. I think you will prosper for the sincere wish to be good is half the battle. Now I must go back to Beth. Keep up your heart, little daughter, and we will soon have you home again. That evening, while Meg was writing to her father to report the traveler's safe arrival, Joe slipped upstairs into Beth's room and finding her mother in her usual place, stood a minute twisting her fingers in her hair with a worried gesture and an undecided look. What is it, dearie, asked Mrs. March, holding out her hand with a face which invited confidence. I want to tell you something, mother, about Meg. How quickly you guessed, yes, it's about her, and though it's a little thing, it fidgets me. Beth is asleep, speak low and tell me all about it. That moffat hasn't been here, I hope, asked Mrs. March rather sharply.  Last summer, Meg left a pair of gloves over at the Lawrence's, and only one was returned. We forgot about it till Teddy told me that Mr. Brook owned that he liked Meg but didn't dare say so. She was so young and he so poor. Now, wasn't it a dreadful state of things? Do you think Meg cares for him? asked Mrs. March with an anxious look. Mercy me, I don't know anything about love and such nonsense, cried Joe, with a funny mixture of interest and contempt. In novels, the girls show it by starting and blushing, fainting away, growing thin and acting like fools. Now, Meg does not do anything of the sort. She eats and drinks and sleeps like a sensible creature. She looks straight in my face when I talk about that man and only blushes a little bit when Teddy jokes about lovers. I forbid him to do it but he doesn't mind me as he ought. The new fancy that Meg is not interested in John? Who? cried Joe, staring. Mr. Brook, I call him John now. We fell into the way of doing so at the hospital and he likes it. Oh dear, I know you'll take his part. I've been good to Father and you won't send him away but let Meg marry him if she wants to. Mean thing. To go petting Papa and helping you just to weedle you into liking him. And Joe pulled her hair again with a wrathful tweak. My dear, don't get angry about it and I will tell you how it happened. John went with me at Mr. Lawrence's request and was so devoted to Port Father that we couldn't help getting fond of him. He was perfectly open and honorable about Meg because he loved her but would earn a comfortable home before he asked her to marry him. He only wanted our leave to love her and work for her and the right to make her love him if he could. He is a truly excellent young man and we could not refuse to listen to him but I will not consent to Meg's engaging herself so young. Of course not. It would be idiotic. I knew there was mischief brewing. I felt it and now it's worse than I imagined. I just wish I could marry Meg myself and keep her safe in the family. This odd arrangement made Mrs. March smile but she said gravely, Joe I confide in you and don't wish you to say anything to Meg yet. When John comes back and I see them together I can judge better of her feelings toward him. She'll see those handsome eyes that she talks about and then it will be all up with her. She's got such a soft heart it will melt like butter in the sun sentimentally at her.  I see it all. They'll go lovering around the house and we shall have to dodge. Meg will be absorbed and no good to me anymore. Brooke will scratch up a fortune somehow carry her off and make a hole in the family and I shall break my heart and everything will be abominably uncomfortable. Oh dear me, why weren't we all boys then there wouldn't be any father. Joe leaned her chin on her knees in a disconsolate attitude and shook her fist at the reprehensible John. Mrs. March sighed and Joe looked up with an air of relief. You don't like it mother? I'm glad of it. Let's send him about his business and not tell Meg a word of it together as we always have been. I did wrong to sigh Joe. It is natural and right you should all go to homes of your own in time but I do want to keep my girls as long as I can and I'm sorry that this happened so soon for Meg is only 17 and it will be some years before John can make a home for her. Your father and I have agreed that she shall not bind herself in any way nor be married before 20. If she and John love one another wait and test the love by doing so. She is conscientious and I have no fear of her treating him unkindly. My pretty tender hearted girl I hope things will go happily with her.  Money is a good and useful thing Joe and I hope my girls will never feel the need of it too bitterly nor be tempted by too much. I should like to know that John was firmly established in some good business which gave him an income large enough to keep free from debt and make Meg comfortable. I'm not ambitious for a splendid fortune a fashionable position or a great name for my girls. If rank and money come with love and virtue also I should accept them gratefully and enjoy your good fortune but I know by experience how much genuine happiness can be had in a plain little house turned and some privations give sweetness to the few pleasures. I am content to see Meg begin humbly for if I am not mistaken she will be rich in the possession of a good man's heart and that is better than a fortune. I understand mother and quite agree but I'm disappointed about Meg for I had planned to have her marry Teddy by and by and sit in the lab of luxury all her days. Wouldn't it be nice asked Joe looking up with a brighter face? He is younger than she you know began Mrs. March but Joe broke in only a little he's old for his age and tall and can be quite grown up in his manners if he likes. Then he's rich and generous and good and loves us all and I say it's a pity my plan is spoiled. I'm afraid Lori is hardly grown up enough for Meg and all together too much of a weather cock just now for anyone to depend on. I don't make plans Joe but let time and their own hearts mate your friends. We can't muddle safely in such matters and it had better not get romantic rubbish as you call it into our heads lest it spoil our friendship. Well I won't but I hate to see things going all crisscross and getting snarled up when a pole here and a snip there would straighten it out. I wish wearing flat irons on our heads would keep us from growing up as Mrs. and kitten's cats mourns the pity. What's that about flat irons and cats? asked Meg as she crept into the room with the finished letter in her hand.  Quite right and beautifully written please add that I send my love to John said Mrs. March as she glanced over the letter and gave it back. Do you call him asked Meg smiling with her innocent eyes looking down into her mother's. Yes he has been like a son to us and we are very fond of him replied Mrs. March returning the look with a keen one. I'm glad of that he is so lonely. Good night mother dear it's so inexpressibly comfortable to have you here was Meg's answer. The kiss her mother gave her was a very tender one and as she went away Mrs. March said with a mixture of satisfaction and regret she does not love John yet but will soon learn to end of chapter 27. Chapter 21 of Little Women This is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Beth Thomas Little Women by Louisa May Elcott Chapter 21 Laurie makes mischief and Joe makes peace. Joe's face was a study next day for the secret rather weighed upon her and she found it hard not to look mysterious and important. Meg observed it but did not trouble herself to make inquiries for she had learned that the best way to manage Joe was by the law of contraries so she felt sure of being told everything if she did not ask. She was rather surprised therefore when the silence remained broken and Joe assumed a patronizing air which decidedly aggravated Meg who in turn assumed an air of dignified reserve and devoted herself to her mother. This left Joe to her own devices for Mrs. March had taken her place as nurse and made her rest exercise and amuse herself after her long confinement. Amy being gone Laurie was her only refuge and much as she enjoyed his society she rather dreaded him just then he was an incorrigible tease and she feared he would coax the secret from her. She was quite right for the mischief-loving lad no sooner suspected a mystery than he set himself to find it out and led Joe a trying life of it. He weedled, bribed, ridiculed, threatened and scolded affected indifference that he might surprise the truth from her declared he knew then that he didn't care and at last by dint of perseverance he satisfied himself that it concerned Meg and Mr. Brook. Feeling indignant that he was not taken into his tutor's confidence he set his wits to work to devise some proper retaliation for the slight. Meg meanwhile had apparently forgotten the matter and was absorbed in preparations for her father's return but all of a sudden a change seemed to come over her and for a day or two she was quite unlike herself she started when spoken to blushed when looked at she was very quiet and sat over her sewing with a timid, troubled look on her face to her mother's inquiries she answered that she was quite well and Joe's she silenced by begging to be let alone she feels it in the air love I mean and she's going very fast she's got most of the symptoms is twittery and cross doesn't eat lies awake and mopes in corners I caught her singing that song he gave her and once she said gone, as you do and then turned as red as a poppy whatever shall we do said Joe looking ready for any measures however violent nothing but weight let her alone, be kind and patient and father's coming will settle everything replied her mother here's a note to you Meg all sealed up how odd Teddy never seals mine said Joe next day as she distributed the contents of the little post office this March and Joe were deep in their own affairs when a sound from Meg made them look up to see her staring at her note with a frightened face my child what is it cried her mother running to her while Joe tried to take the paper which had done the mischief it's all a mistake he didn't send it oh Joe how could you do it and Meg hid her face in her hands crying as if her heart were quite broken me nothing what's she talking about cried Joe bewildered Meg's mild eyes kindled with anger as she pulled a crumpled note from her pocket and threw it at Joe saying reproachfully you wrote it and that bad boy helped you how could you be so rude so mean and cruel to us both Joe hardly heard her for she and her mother were reading the note which was written in a peculiar hand my dearest Margaret the anger restrained my passion and must know my fate before I return I dare not tell your parents yet but I think they would consent if they knew we adored one another Mr Lawrence will help me to some good place and then my sweet girl you will make me happy I implore you to say nothing to your family yet but to send one word of hope through Laurie to your devoted John oh the little villain that's the way he meant to pay me for keeping my word to mother I'll give him a hearty scolding and bring him over to beg pardon cried Joe burning to execute immediate justice but her mother held her back saying with a look she seldom wore stop Joe you must clear yourself first you have played so many pranks that I'm afraid that you have had a hand in this on my word mother I haven't I never saw that note before anything about it as true as I live said Joe so earnestly that they believed her if I had taken part in it I'd have done it better than this and have written a sensible note I should think you'd have known Mr Brooke wouldn't write such stuff as that she added scornfully tossing down the paper it's like his writing faulted Meg comparing it with the note in her hand oh Meg you didn't answer it cried Mrs March quickly yes I did and Meg hid her face again overcome with shame here's a scrape do let me bring that wicked boy over to explain and be lectured I can't rest till I get hold of him and Joe made for the door again hush let me handle this for it is worse than I thought Margaret tell me the whole story commanding Mrs March sitting down by Meg yet keeping hold of Joe lest she should fly off I received the first letter from Laurie who didn't look as if he knew anything about it began Meg without looking up I was worried at first and meant to tell you then I remembered how you liked Mr Brooke so I thought you wouldn't mind if I kept my secret for a few days I'm so silly that I like to think no one knew and while I was deciding what to say I felt like the girls in books who have such things to do forgive me mother I'm paid for my silliness now I can never look him in the face again what did you say to him asked Mrs March I only said I was too young to do anything about it yet that I didn't wish to have secrets from you and he must speak to father I was very grateful for his kindness and would be his friend but nothing more for a long while Mrs March smiled as if well pleased and Joe clapped her hands exclaiming with a laugh you are almost equal to Carol and Percy who was a pattern of prudence Meg what did he say to that he writes in a very different way entirely telling me that he never sent any love letter at all and is very sorry that my roguish sister Joe should take liberties with our names it's very kind and respectful but think how dreadful for me Meg leaned against her mother looking the image of despair and Joe trapped about the room calling Laurie names all of a sudden she stopped caught up the two notes closely said decidedly I don't believe Brooke ever saw either of these letters Teddy wrote both and keeps yours to crow over me because I wouldn't tell him my secret don't have any secrets Joe tell it to mother and keep out of trouble as I should have done said Meg warningly bless you child mother told me that will do Joe I'll comfort Meg while you go and get Laurie I shall sift the matter to the bottom to such pranks at once away ran Joe and Mrs. Marsh gently told Meg Mr. Brooke's real feelings now dear what are your own do you love him enough to wait till he can make a home for you or will you keep yourself quite free for the present I've been so scared and worried I don't want to have anything to do with lovers for a long while perhaps never answered Meg petulantly if John doesn't know anything about this nonsense don't tell him and make Laurie and Joe hold their tongues I won't be deceived and plagued and made a fool of it's a shame seeing Meg's usually gentle temper was roused and her pride hurt by this mischievous joke Mrs. Marsh soothed her by promises of entire silence and great discretion for the future the instant Laurie's step was hurt in the hall Meg fled into the study and Mrs. Marsh received the culprit alone Joe had not told him why he was wanted fearing he wouldn't come but he knew the minute he saw Mrs. Marsh's face and stood twirling his hat with a guilty air which convicted him at once Joe was dismissed but chose to march up and down the hall like a sentinel having some fear that the prisoner might bolt the sound of voices in the parlour rose and fell for half an hour but what happened during the interview the girls never knew when they were called in Laurie was standing by their mother but Joe forgave him on the spot but did not think it wise to betray the fact Meg received his humble apology and was much comforted by the assurance that Brooke knew nothing of the joke I'll never tell him to my dying day wild horses shan't drag it out of me so you'll forgive me Meg and I'll do anything to show how out and out sorry I am he added looking very much ashamed of himself I'll try but it was a very un-gentlemanly thing to do I didn't think you could be so this sly and malicious Laurie replied Meg trying to hide her maidenly confusion under a gravely reproachful air it was altogether abominable and I don't deserve to be spoken to for a month but you will though won't you and Laurie folded his hands together with such an imploring gesture as he spoke in his irresistibly persuasive tone that it was impossible to frown upon him in spite of his scandalous behaviour Meg pardoned him and Mrs March's grave face relaxed in spite of her efforts to keep sober when she heard him declare that he would atone for his sins by all sorts of penances and to base himself like a worm before the injured damsel Joe stood aloof meanwhile trying to harden her heart against him and succeeding only in priming up her face into an expression of entire disapprobation Laurie looked at her once or twice but as she showed no sign of relenting he felt injured and turned his back upon her till the others were done with him and made her a low bow and walked off without a word as soon as he had gone she wished she had been more forgiving and when Meg and her mother went upstairs she felt lonely and longed for Teddy after resisting for some time she yielded to the impulse and armed with a book to return went over to the big house is Mr Lawrence in? asked Joe of a house-maker who was coming downstairs yes miss, but I don't believe he's seeable just yet why not? is he ill? no miss, but he's had a scene with Mr Laurie who was in one of his tantrums about something which vexes the old gentleman so I dursen't go nigh him where is Laurie? shut up in his room and he won't answer though I've been a tappan I don't know what's to become of the dinner for it's ready and there's no one to eat it I'll go up and see what the matter is I'm not afraid of either of them up went Joe and knocked smartly on the door of Laurie's little study stop that or I'll open the door and make you called out the young gentleman in a threatening tone Joe immediately knocked again the door flew open and in she bounced before Laurie could recover from his surprise seeing that he was really out of temper Joe who knew how to manage him assumed a contrite expression and going artistically down upon her knees said meekly please forgive me for being so cross I came to make it up and can't go away till I have it's all right get up and don't be a goose Joe was the cavalier reply to her petition thank you I will could I ask what's the matter you don't look exactly easy in your mind I've been shaken and I won't bear it growl Laurie indignantly who did it demanded Joe grandfather if it had been anyone else I'd have and the injured youth finished his sentence by an energetic gesture of the right arm that's nothing I often shake you and you don't mind said Joe soothingly poo you're a girl and it's fun but I'll allow no man to shake me I don't think anyone would care to try it if you looked as much like a thundercloud as you do now why were you treated so just because I wouldn't say what your mother wanted me for I'd promised not to tell and of course I wasn't going to break my word couldn't you satisfy your grandpa in any other way no he would have the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth I'd have told my part of the scrape if I could without bringing Meg in as I couldn't I held my tongue and bore the scalding till the old gentleman collared me then I bolted for fear I should forget myself it wasn't nice but he's sorry I know so go down and make up I'll help you hanged if I do I'm not going to be lectured and pummeled by everyone just for a bit of a frolic I was sorry about Meg and big pardon like a man but I won't do it again when I wasn't in the wrong he didn't know that he ought to trust me and not act as if I was a baby it's no use Joe he's got to learn that I'm able to take care of myself and don't need anyone's apron string to hold on by what pepper pots you are side Joe how do you mean to settle this affair well he ought to beg pardon and believe me when I say I can't tell him what the fuss is about bless you he won't do that I won't go down till he does now Teddy be sensible let it pass and I'll explain what I can you can't stay here so what's the use of being melodramatic I don't intend to stay here long anyway I'll slip off and take a journey somewhere and when grandpa misses me he'll come round fast enough I dare say but you ought not to go and worry him don't preach I'll go to Washington and see Brooke it's gay there and I'll enjoy myself after the troubles what fun you'd have I wish I could run off too said Joe forgetting her part of mentor in lively visions of martial life at the Capitol come on then why not you go and surprise your father and I'll stir up all Brooke it would be a glorious joke let's do it Joe we'll leave a letter saying we're all right and trot off at once I've got money enough it will do you good and no harm as you go to your father for a moment Joe looked as if she would agree for wild as the plan was it just suited her she was tired of care and confinement longed for change and thoughts of her father blended temptingly with the novel charms of camps and hospitals liberty and fun her eyes kindled as they turned wistfully towards the window but they fell on the old house opposite and she shook her head with sorrowful decision if I was a boy we'd run away together and have a capital time but as I'm a miserable girl I must be proper and stop at home don't tempt me Teddy it's a crazy plan that's the fun of it began Laurie who had got a willful fit on him and was ready to break out of bounds in some way hold your tongue cried Joe covering her ears prunes and prisms are my doom and I may as well make up my mind to it I came here to moralise not to hear things that make me skip to think of I know Meg would wet blanket such a proposal but I thought you had more spirit began Laurie insinuatingly bad boy be quiet sit down and think of your own sins don't go making me add to mine if I get your grandpa to apologise for the shaking will you give up running away ask Joe seriously yes but you won't do it answered Laurie who wished to make up but felt that his outrage dignity must be appeased first if I can manage the young one I can the old one mutter Joe as she walked away leaving Laurie bent over a railroad map with his head propped up on both hands come in and Mr Lawrence's gruff voice sounded gruffer than ever as Joe tapped at his door it's only me sir come to return a book she said blandly as she entered want any more asked the old gentleman looking grim and vexed but trying not to show it yes please I like old Sam so well I think I'll try the second volume returned Joe hoping to propitiate him by accepting a second dose of Boswells Johnson as he had recommended that lively work the shaggy eyebrows unbent a little as he rolled the steps toward the shelf when Sonia literature was placed Joe skipped up and sitting on the top step affected to be searching for her book but was really wondering how best to introduce the dangerous object of her visit Mr Lawrence seemed to suspect that something was brewing in her mind for after taking several brisk turns about the room he faced round on her speaking so abruptly that Rasselass tumbled face downwards on the floor what has that boy been about don't try to shield him I know it's just by the way he acted when he came home I can't get a word from him and when I threatened to shake the truth out of him he bolted up stairs and locked himself into his room he did wrong but we forgave him and all promised not to say a word to anyone began Joe reluctantly that won't do he shall not shoulder himself behind a promise from you soft-hearted girls if he's done anything amiss he shall confess beg pardon and be punished out with it Joe I won't be kept in the dark Mr Lawrence looked so alarming and spoke so sharply that Joe would gladly have run away if she could but she was perched aloft on the steps and he stood at the foot a lion in the path so she had to stay and brave it out indeed sir I cannot tell mother forbade it Laurie has confessed asked pardon and been punished quite enough we don't keep silence to shield him but someone else and it will make more trouble if you interfere please don't it was partly my fault but it's all right now so let's forget it and talk about the rambler or something pleasant hang the rambler come down and give me your word that this harem scarum boy of mine hasn't done anything ungrateful or impertinent if he has after all your kindness to him I'll thrash him with my own hands the threat sounded awful but did not alarm Joe for she knew the irascible old gentleman would never lift a hand against his grandson whatever he might say to the contrary she obediently descended and made as light of the prank as she could without betraying Meg or forgetting the truth huh huh well if the boy held his tongue because he promised and not from obstinacy I'll forgive him he's a stubborn fellow and hard to manage said Mr. Lawrence rubbing up his hair till it looked as if he had been out in a gale and smoothing the frown from his brow with an air of relief so my but a kind word will govern me when all the king's horses all the king's men couldn't said Joe trying to say a kind word for her friend who seemed to get out of one scrape only to fall into another you think I'm not kind to him hey was the sharp answer oh dear no sir you are rather too kind sometimes and then just a trifle hasty when he tries your patience don't you think you are Joe was determined to have it out now and tried to look quite placid though she quaked a little after her bold speech to her great relief and surprise the old gentleman only threw his spectacles onto the table with a rattle and exclaimed frankly you're right girl I am I love the boy but he tries my patience past bearing and I know how it will end if we go on so I'll tell you he'll run away Joe was sorry for that speech the minute it was made she meant to warn him that Laurie would not bear much restraint and hoped he would be more for bearing with the lad Mr. Lawrence's ruddy face changed suddenly and he sat down with a troubled glance at the picture of a handsome man which hung over his table it was Laurie's father who had run away in his youth and married against the imperious old man's will Joe fancied he remembered and regretted the past and she wished she had held her tongue he won't do it unless he is very much worried and only threatens it sometimes when he gets tired of studying I often think I should like to especially since my hair was cut so if you ever miss us you may advertise for two boys and look among the ships bound for India she laughed as she spoke and Mr. Lawrence looked relieved evidently taking the whole as a joke you hussy, how dare you talk in that way where's your respect for me and your proper bringing up bless the boys and girls what torments they are yet we can't do without them he said pinching her cheeks good-humidly go and bring that boy down to his dinner tell him it's all right and advise him not to put on tragedy ears with his grandfather I won't bear it he won't come sir he feels badly because he didn't believe him when he said he couldn't tell I think the shaking hurt his feelings very much Joe tried to look pathetic but must have failed for Mr. Lawrence began to laugh and she knew the day was won I'm sorry for that and ought to thank him for not shaking me I suppose what the dickens does the fellow expect and the old gentleman looked a trifle ashamed of his own testiness if I were you I'd write him an apology sir he says he won't come down till he has one and talks about Washington and goes on in an absurd way a formal apology will make him see how foolish he is and bring him down quite amiable try it he likes fun and this way is better than talking I'll carry it up and teach him his duty Mr. Lawrence gave her a sharp look and put on his spectacles saying slowly you're a sly puss but I don't mind being managed by you and Beth here give me a bit of paper it does have done with his nonsense the note was written in the terms which one gentleman would use to another after offering some deep insult Joe dropped a kiss on the top of Mr. Lawrence's bald head and ran up to slip the apology under Laurie's door advising him through the keyhole to be submissive decorous and a few other agreeable impossibilities finding the door locked again she left the note to do its work and was going quietly away when the young gentleman slid down the banisters and waited for her at the bottom saying with his most virtuous expression of countenance what a good fellow you are Joe did you get blown up he added laughing no he was pretty mild on the whole oh I got it all round even you cast me off over there and I felt just ready to go to the deuce he began apologetically don't talk that way turn over a new leaf and begin again Teddy my son I keep turning over new leaves and spoiling them as I used to spoil my copy books and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end he said dolefully go and eat your dinner you'll feel better after it men always croak when they are hungry and Joe whisked out the front door after that that's a label on my sect answered Laurie quoting Amy as he went to partake of humble pie dutifully with his grandfather who was quite saintly in temper and overwhelmingly respectful in manner all the rest of the day everyone thought the matter ended and the little cloud blown over but the mischief was done for though others forgot it Meg remembered she never alluded to a certain person but she thought of him a good deal dreamed dreams more than ever and once Joe rummaging in her sister's desk for stamps found a bit of paper scribbled over with the words Mrs. John Brooke where at she groaned tragically and cast it into the fire feeling that Laurie's prank had hastened the evil day for her End of Chapter 21 Chapter 22 of Little Women this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Charity Childs Little Women by Luisa May Alcott Chapter 22 Pleasant Meadows like sunshine after a storm were the peaceful weeks which followed the invalids improved rapidly early in the new year Beth was soon able to lie on the study sofa all day amusing herself with the well-beloved cats at first and in time with doll sewing which had fallen sadly behind hand her once active limbs were so stiff and feeble that Joe took her for a daily airing about the house in her strong arms Meg cheerfully blackened and burned her white hands cooking delicate messes for the deer while Amy a loyal slave of the ring celebrated her return by giving away as many treasures as she could prevail on her sisters to accept. As Christmas approached the usual mysteries began to haunt the house and Joe frequently convulsed the family by proposing utterly impossible or magnificently absurd ceremonies in honor of this unusually merry Christmas Laurie was equally impracticable and would have had bonfires sky rockets and triumphal archers if he had had his own way. After many skirmishes and snubbings the ambitious pair were considered effectually quenched and went about with forlorn faces which would rather be lied by explosions of laughter when the two got together. Several days of unusually mild weather fitly ushered in a splendid Christmas day. Hannah felt in her bones that it was going to be an unusually fine day and she proved herself a true prophetess for everybody and everything seemed bound to produce a grand success. To begin with Mr. March wrote that he should soon be with them then Beth fell uncommonly well that morning and being dressed in her mother's gift a soft crimson merino wrapper was born in high triumph to the window to behold the offering of Joe and Laurie. The unquenchables had done their best to be worthy of the name four like elves they had worked by night and conjured up a comical surprise out in the gardens stood a stately snow maiden crowned with holly bearing a basket of fruit and flowers in one hand a great roll of music in the other a perfect rainbow of an afghan round her chilly shoulders and a Christmas carol issuing from her lips on a pink paper streamer the young proud to Beth God bless you dear queen Beth may nothing you dismay but health and peace and happiness be yours this Christmas day his fruit to feed a busy bee and flowers for her nose he's music for her P&E and afghan for her toes a portrait of your honesty by rafael number two who labored with great industry to make it fair and true accept a ribbon red I beg for madam purr's tail and ice cream made by lovely peg a mom block in a pail their dearest love my makers laid within my breast of snow accepted a knee-up I made from Laurie and from Joe how Beth laughed when she saw it how Laurie ran up and down to bring in the gifts and what ridiculous speeches Joe made as she presented them I'm so full of happiness that if father was only here I couldn't hold one drop more, said Beth quite sighing with contentment as Joe carried her off to the study to rest after the excitement and to refresh herself with some of the delicious grapes the young proud had sent her so am I had a Joe slapping the pocket wherein reposed the long desired undying and syndrome I'm sure I am echoed Amy pouring over the engraved copy of the Madonna in Child which her mother had given her in a pretty frame of course I am smoothing the silvery folds of her first silk dress for Mr. Lawrence had insisted on giving it how can I be otherwise said Mrs. March gratefully as her eyes went from her husband's letter to Beth's smiling face and her hand caressed the brooch made of gray and golden chestnut and dark brown hair which the girls had just fastened on her breast now and then in this work a day world things do happen in the delightful storybook fashion and what a comfort it is half an hour after everyone had said they were so happy they could only hold one drop more the drop came Lori opened the parlor door and popped his head in very quietly he might just as well have turned a summer song other than Indian war who for his face the soulful of suppressed excitement in his voice so treacherously joyful that everyone jumped up though he only said in a queer breathless voice here's another Christmas present for the March family before the words were well out of his mouth he was whisked away somehow and in his place appeared a tall man muffled up to the eyes leaning on the arm of another tall man who tried to say something and couldn't of course there was a general stampede and for several minutes everybody seemed to lose their wits for the strangest things were done and no one said a word Mr. March became invisible in the embrace of four pairs of loving arms Joe disgraced herself by nearly fainting away and had to be doctored by Lori in the china closet Mr. Brooke kissed Meg entirely by mistake someone incoherently explained and Amy the dignified tumbled over a stool and never stopping to get up hugged and cried over her father's boots in the most touching manner Mrs. March was the first to recover herself and held up her hand with a warning Hush! Remember bet! but it was too late the study door flew open the little red wrapper appeared on the threshold joy put strength into the feeble limbs and Beth ran straight into her father's arms never mind what happened just after that for the full hearts overflow washing away the bitterness of the past and leaving only the sweetness of the present it was not at all romantic but a hearty laugh that everybody straight again for Hannah was discovered behind the door sobbing over the fat turkey which she had forgotten to put down when she rushed up from the kitchen as the laughs subsided Mrs. March began to thank Mr. Brooke for his faithful care of her husband at which Mr. Brooke suddenly remembered that Mr. March needed rest leaving Lori he precipitately retired then the two Invalids were ordered to repose which they did by both sitting in one big chair and talking hard Mr. March told how he had longed to surprise him and how when the fine weather came he had been allowed by his doctor to take advantage of it how devoted Brooke had been and how he was altogether a most esteemable and upright young man why Mr. March paused a minute just there and after a glance at May who was violently poking the fire with an inquiring lift of the eyebrows I leave you to imagine also why Mrs. March gently gauded her head and asked rather abruptly if you wouldn't like to have something to eat Joe saw and understood the look and she stalked rimly away to get wine and beef tea muttering to herself as she slammed the door I hate esteemable young men with brown eyes there never was such a Christmas dinner as they had that day the fat turkey was a sight to behold when Hannah sent him up stuffed and decorated so was the plum pudding which melted in one's mouth likewise the jellies in which Amy reveled like a fly in a honeypot everything turned out well which was a mercy Hannah said for my mind was that flustered mum that it's a miracle I didn't roast the pudding and stuff the turkey with raisins let alone a billon of it in a claw Mr. Lawrence and his grandson dying with them also Mr. Brooke at whom Joe glowered darkly to Laura's infinite amusement two easy chairs stood side by side at the head of the table in which sat Beth and her father feasting modestly on chicken and a little fruit the drink helps told story of saying song reminisced as the old folks say and had a thoroughly good time a sleigh ride had been planned but the girls will not leave their father so the guests departed early and as twilight gathered the happy family sat together around the fire just a year ago we were groaning over the dismal Christmas we expected to have do you remember as Joe breaking a short pause which had followed a long conversation about many things rather a pleasant year on the whole said Meg smiling at the fire and congratulating herself on having treated Mr. Brooke with thing to see I think it's been a pretty hard one watching the light shine on her ring with thoughtful eyes I'm glad it's over because we've got you back whisper Beth who sat on her father's knee rather a rough road for you to travel my little pilgrims especially the latter part of it but you have gone on bravely and I think the burdens are on a fair way to tumble off very soon in Mr. Mark looking with fatherly satisfaction at the four young faces gathered around him how do you know did mother tell you as Joe not much straws show which way to win blows and I've made several discoveries today oh tell us what they are cried Meg who sat beside him here is one and taking up the hand which lay on the arm of his chair he pointed to the rough and forefinger a burn on the back and two or three little hard spots on the palm I remember a time when this hand was white and smooth and your first care was to keep it so it was very pretty then but to me it is much prettier now for in this seeming blemishes I read a little history a burnt offering has been made to vanity this hardened palm has earned something better than blisters and I'm sure the sewing done by these pritch fingers will last a long time so much good will went into the stitches make my dear I value the womanly skill which keeps home happy more than white hands or fashionable accomplishments I'm proud to shake this good industrious little hand and hope I shall not soon be asked to give it away if may had wanted to reward for hours of patient labor she received it in the hearty pressure of her father's hand and the approving smile he gave her what about Joe please say something nice for she has tried so hard and been so very good to me said Beth and her father's ear he laughed and looked across at the tall girl who sat opposite with an unusually mild expression in her face in spite of the curly crop I don't see the son Joe whom I left a year ago said Mr. March I see a young lady who pins her collar straight laces her boots neatly and neither whistles talk slang nor lies on the rug as she used to do her face is rather thin and pale just now with watching and anxiety but I like to look at it for has grown gentler and her voice is lower she doesn't bounce but most quietly and takes care of a certain little person in a motherly way which delights me I rather miss my wild girl but if I get a strong helpful tender hearted woman in her place I shall feel quite satisfied I don't know whether the shearing sobered our black sheet but I do know that in all Washington I couldn't find anything beautiful enough to be bought with the five and twenty dollars my good girl sent me Joe's keen eyes we rather dim for a minute and our thin face grew rosy in the firelight as she received her father's praise feeling that she did deserve a portion of it now bet said Amy longing for a turn but ready to wait there's so little of her I'm afraid to say much for fear she will slip away altogether though she's not so shy as she used to be begin their father cheerfully but recollecting how nearly he had lost her he held her close saying tenderly with her cheek against his own I've got you safe my bet and I'll keep you so please God after a minute silence he looked down at Amy who sat on the cricket at his feet and said with the crest of the shining hair I observed that Amy took drumsticks at dinner ran errands for her mother all the afternoon gave make her place tonight and has waited on everyone with patience and good humor I also observed that she does not fret much or look in the glass and has not even mentioned a very pretty ring which she wears so I conclude that she had learned to think of other people more and of herself less and has decided to try and mold her character as carefully as she molds her little clay figures I am glad of this for though I should be very proud of a graceful statue made by her I shall be infinitely prouder of a lovable daughter with a talent for making life beautiful to herself and others what are you thinking of Beth as Joe when Amy had thanked her father and told about her ring I read in pilgrim's progress today how after many troubles Christian and hopeful came to a pleasant green meadow where lilies blinked all year round and there they rested happily as we do now before they went on to their journey's end answered Beth adding as she slipped out of her father's arms and went to the instrument it's singing time now and I want to be in my old place I'll try to sing the song of the shepherd boy which the pilgrims heard I made the music for father because he likes the verses so sitting at the dear little piano Beth softly touched the keys and in the sweet voice she never thought to hear again saying to her own accompaniment the quaint hymn which was a singularly fitting song for her he that is down need fear no fall he that is low no pride he that is humble ever shall have God to be his guide I'm content with what I have little be it or much and Lord contentment still I crave because they'll say this such fullness to them the burden is that go on pilgrimage here little and hereafter marvelous is best from age to age end of chapter 22 recording by charity child chapter 23 of little women this is a LibriVox recording a LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Dionne Johns Salt Lake City, Utah little women by Louisa May Alcott chapter 23 Aunt March settles the question like bees swarming after their queen mother and daughters hovered about Mr. March the next day neglecting everything to look at wait upon and listen to the new invalid who was in a fair way to be killed by kindness as he sat propped up in a big chair by Beth Sofa with the other three close by and Hannah popping in her head now and then to peek at the dear man nothing seemed needed to complete their happiness but something was needed and the elder ones felt it though none confessed the fact Mr. and Mrs. March looked at one another with an anxious expression as their eyes followed Meg Joe had sudden fits of sobriety and was seen to shake her fist at Mr. Brook's umbrella which had been left in the hall Meg was absent-minded shy and silent started when the bell rang when John's name was mentioned Amy said everyone seemed waiting for something and couldn't settle down which was queer since father was safe at home and Beth innocently wondered why their neighbors didn't run over as usual Laurie went by in the afternoon and seeing Meg at the window seemed suddenly possessed with a melodramatic fit for he fell down on one knee in the snow beat his breast tore his hair and clasped his hands imploringly as if begging some boon and when Meg told him to behave himself and go away he rung imaginary tears out of his handkerchief and staggered round the corner as if in utter despair what does the goose mean said Meg laughing and trying to look unconscious he's showing you how your John will go on by and by touching isn't it answered Joe scornfully don't say my John it isn't proper or true but Meg's voice lingered over the words as if they sounded pleasant to her please don't plague me Joe I've told you I don't care much about him and there isn't to be anything said but we are all to be friendly and go on as before we can't for something has been said and Laurie's mischief has spoiled you for me I see it and so does mother you are not like your old self a bit and seem ever so far away from me I don't mean to plague you and I will bear it like a man but I do wish it was all settled I hate to wait so if you mean ever to do it make haste and have it over quickly said Joe patishly I can't say anything till he speaks and he won't because father said I was too young began Meg bending over her work which suggested that she did not quite agree with her father on that point if he did speak you wouldn't know what to say but would cry or blush or let him have his own way instead of giving a good decided no I'm not so silly and weak as you think I know just what I should say for I've planned it all so I needn't be taken unawares there's no knowing what may happen and I wish to be prepared Joe couldn't help smiling at the important error which Meg had unconsciously assumed and which was as becoming as the pretty color varying in her cheeks would you mind telling me what you'd say ask Joe more respectfully not at all you are sixteen now quite old enough to be my confidant and my experience will be useful to you by and by perhaps in your own affairs of this sort I don't have any it's fun to watch other people flander but I should feel like a fool doing it myself said Joe looking alarmed at the thought I think not if you liked anyone very much and he liked you Meg spoke as if to herself and glanced out at the lane where she had often seen lovers walking together in the summer twilight I thought you were going to tell your speech to that man said Joe rudely shortening her sister's little reverie oh I should merely say quite calmly and decidedly thank you Mr. Brooke you are very kind but I agree with father that I am too young to enter into any engagement at present so please say no more but let us be friends as we were hum that's stiff and cool enough I don't believe you'll ever say it and I know he won't be satisfied if you do if he goes on like the rejected lovers in books you'll give in rather than hurt his feelings no I won't I shall tell him I've made up my mind and walk out of the room with dignity Meg rose as she spoke and was just going to rehearse the dignified exit when a step in the hall made her fly into her seat and begin to sew as fast as if her life depended on finishing that particular seam in a given time Joe smothered a laugh at the sudden change and when someone gave a modest tap opened the door with a grim aspect which was anything but hospitable good afternoon I came to get my umbrella that is to see how your father finds himself today said Mr. Brooke getting a trifle confused as his eyes went from one tell-tale face to the other it's very well he's in the rack I'll get him and tell it you are here and having jumbled her father all together in her reply Joe slipped out of the room to give Meg a chance to make her speech and air her dignity but the instant she vanished Meg began to sidle toward the door murmuring mother would like to see you praise it down I'll call her don't go are you afraid of me Margaret and Mr. Brooke looks so hurt that Meg thought she must have done something very rude she blushed up to the little curls in her forehead for he had never called her Margaret before and she was surprised to find how natural and sweet it seemed to hear him say it anxious to appear friendly and at her ease she put out her hand with a confiding gesture and said gratefully how can I be afraid when you have been so kind of father I only wish I could thank you for it shall I tell you how asked Mr. Brooke looking down at Meg with so much love in the brown eyes that her heart began to flutter and she both longed to run away and to stop and listen oh no please don't I'd rather not she said trying to withdraw her hand and looking frightened in spite of her denial I won't trouble you I only want to know if you care for me a little Meg I love you so much dear added Mr. Brooke tenderly this was the moment for the calm proper speech but Meg didn't make it she forgot every word of it hung her head and answered I don't know so softly that John had to stoop down to catch the foolish little reply he seemed to think it was worth the trouble for he smiled to himself as if quite satisfied pressed the plump hand gratefully and said in his most persuasive tone will you try and find out I want to know so much for I can't go to work with any heart until I learn whether I am to have my reward in the end or not I'm too young faltered Meg wondering why she was so fluttered yet rather enjoying it I'll wait and in the meantime you could be learning to like me would it be a very hard lesson dear not if I choose to learn it but please choose to learn Meg I love to teach and this is easier than German broken John getting possession of the other hand so that she had no way of hiding her face as he bent to look into it his tone was properly beseeching but stealing a shy look at him Meg saw that his eyes were merry as well as tender and that he wore the satisfied smile of one who had no doubt of his success this meddled her Annie Moffat's foolish lessons and coca-tree came into her mind and the love of power deeps in the bosom of the best of little women woke up all of a sudden and took possession of her she felt excited and strange and not knowing what else to do followed a capricious impulse and withdrawing her hands said petulantly I don't choose, please go away and let me be poor Mr. Brook looked as if his lovely castle in the air was tumbling about his ears for he had never seen Meg I'd rather bewildered him do you really mean that? he asked anxiously following her as she walked away yes I do, I don't want to be worried about such things father says I needn't, it's too soon and I'd rather not may it I hope you'll change your mind by and by I'll wait and say nothing till you have had more time don't play with me Meg I didn't think that of you wouldn't, said Meg taking a naughty satisfaction in trying her lover's patience and her own power he was grave and pale now and looked decidedly more like the novel heroes whom she admired but he neither slapped his forehead nor tramped about the room as they did he just stood looking at her so wistfully, so tenderly that she found her heart relenting in spite of herself what would have happened next if Mr. March had not come hobbling in at this interesting minute the old lady couldn't resist her longing to see her nephew for she had met Laurie as she took her erring and heard if Mr. March's arrival drove straight out to see him the family were all busy in the back of the house and she made her way quietly in hoping to surprise them she did surprise two of them so much that Meg started as if she had seen a ghost and Mr. Brook vanished into the study bless me what's all this cried the old lady with a wrap of her cane as she glanced from the pale young gentleman to the scarlet young lady it's father's friend I'm so surprised to see you stammered Meg feeling that she was in for a lecture now that's evident returned Aunt March sitting down but what is father's friend saying to make you look like a peony there's mischief going on and I insist upon knowing what it is with another wrap we were only talking Mr. Brook came for his umbrella began Meg wishing that Mr. Brook and the umbrella were safely out of the house Brook that boys tutor ah I understand now I know all about it Joe blundered into a wrong message in one of your father's letters and I made her tell me you haven't gone and accepted him child cried Aunt March looking scandalized hush he'll hear shant I call mother said Meg much troubled not yet I have something to say to you and I must free my mind at once tell me do you mean to marry this cook if you do not one penny of my money ever goes to you remember that and be a sensible girl said the old lady impressively now Aunt March possessed in perfection the art of rousing the spirit of opposition in the gentlest people and enjoyed doing it the best of us have a spice of perversity in us especially when we are young and in love if Aunt March had begged Meg to accept John Brook she would probably have declared she couldn't think of it but as she was preemptorily ordered not to like him she immediately made up her mind that she would inclination as well as perversity made the decision easy and being already much excited Meg opposed the old lady with unusual spirit I shall marry whom I please Aunt March and you can leave your money to anyone you like she said nodding her head with a resolute air hidey tidy is that the way you take my advice miss you'll be sorry for it by and by when you've tried loving a cottage and founded a failure it can't be a worse one than some people find in big houses retorted Meg Aunt March put on her glasses and took a look at the girl for she did not know her in this new mood Meg hardly knew herself she felt so brave and independent so glad to defend John and assert her right to love him if she liked Aunt March saw that she had begun wrong and after a little pause made a fresh start saying as mildly as she could now Meg my dear be reasonable and take my advice I mean it kindly and don't you to spoil your whole life by making a mistake at the beginning you ought to marry well and help your family it's your duty to make a rich match and it ought to be impressed upon you father and mother don't think so they like John though he is poor your parents my dear have no more worldly wisdom than a pair of babies I'm glad of it cried Meg stoutly Aunt March took no notice but went on with her lecture poor and hasn't got any rich relations has he no but he has many warm friends you can't live on friends try it and see how cool they'll grow he hasn't any business has he not yet Mr. Lawrence is going to help him that won't last long James Lawrence is a crotchety old fellow and not to be depended on so you intend to marry a man without money position or business and go on working harder do you now when you might be comfortable all your days by minding me and doing better I thought you had more sense Meg I couldn't do better if I waited half my life John is good and wise he's got heaps of talent he's willing to work and sure to get on he's so energetic and brave everyone likes and respects him and I'm proud to think he cares for me though I'm so poor and young and silly said Meg ever in her earnestness he knows you have got rich relations child that's the secret of his liking I suspect Aunt March how dare you say such a thing John is above such meanness and I won't listen to you a minute if you talk so cried Meg indignantly forgetting everything but the injustice of the old lady suspicions my John wouldn't marry for money any more than I would we are willing to work and I'm proud of being poor for I've been happy so far and I know I shall be with him because he loves me and I Meg stopped there remembering all of a sudden that she hadn't made up her mind that she had told her John to go away and that he might be overhearing her inconsistent remarks Aunt March was very angry for she had set her heart on having her pretty niece and only old woman fill both sad and sour well I wash my hands of the whole affair you are a willful child and you've lost more than you know by this piece of folly no I won't stop I'm disappointed in you and haven't spirits to see your father now don't expect anything from me when you are married your Mr. Brooks friends must take care of you I'm done with you forever and slamming the door in Meg's face she drove off in high dudgeon she seemed to take all the girls courage with her for when left alone Meg stood for a moment and decided whether to laugh or cry before she could make up her mind she was taken possession of by Mr. Brooks who said all in one breath I couldn't help hearing Meg thank you for defending me and Aunt March for approving that you do care for me a little bit I didn't know how much till she abused you began Meg and I didn't go away but may stay and be happy may I dear here was another fine chance to make the crushing speech and the stately exit but Meg never thought of doing either and disgraced herself forever in Joe's eyes by meekly whispering yes John and hiding her face on Mr. Brooks waistcoat fifteen minutes after Aunt March's departure Joe came softly downstairs paused an instant at the parlor door and hearing no sound within nodded and smiled with a satisfied expression saying to herself she has seen him away as we planned and that affair is settled I'll go and hear the fun and have a good laugh over it but poor Joe never got her laugh for she was transfixed upon the threshold by a spectacle which held her there staring with her mouth nearly as wide open as her eyes going in to exult over a fallen enemy and to praise a strong-minded sister for the banishment of an objectionable lover it certainly was a shock to behold the aforesaid enemy serenely sitting on the sofa with the strong-minded sister and thrown upon his knee and wearing an expression of the most abject submission Joe gave a sort of gasp as if a cold shower-bath had suddenly fallen upon her for such an unexpected turning of the tables actually took her breath away at the odd sound the lovers turned and saw her Meg jumped up looking both proud and shy but that man, as Joe called him actually left and said Cooley as he kissed the astonished newcomer sister Joe congratulate us that was adding insult to injury it was altogether too much and making some wild demonstration with her hands Joe vanished without a word rushing upstairs she startled the invalids by exclaiming tragically as she burst into the room oh, do somebody go down quick John Brooke is acting dreadfully and Meg likes it Mr. and Mrs. March left the room with speed and casting herself upon the bed Joe cried and scolded tempestuously as she told the awful news to Bath and Amy the little girls, however considered it a most agreeable and interesting event and Joe got little comfort from them so she went up to her refuge in the garret and confided her troubles to the rats nobody ever knew what went on in the parlor that afternoon but a great deal of talking was done and quiet Mr. Brooke astonished his friends by the eloquence and spirit with which he pleaded his suit told his plans and persuaded them to arrange everything just as he wanted it the tea bell rang before he had finished describing the paradise which he meant to earn for Meg and he proudly took her into supper both looking so happy that Joe hadn't the heart to be jealous or dismal Amy was very much impressed by John's devotion and Meg's dignity Bath beamed at them from a distance while Mr. and Mrs. March surveyed the young couple with such tender satisfaction that it was perfectly evident Aunt March was right in calling them as unworldly as a pair of babies but everyone looked very happy and the old rooms seemed to brighten up amazingly when the first romance of the family began there you can't say nothing pleasant ever happens now can you Meg said Amy trying to decide how she would group the lovers in a sketch she was planning to make no I'm sure I can't how much has happened since I said that it seems a year ago answered Meg who was in a blissful dream lifted far above such common things as bread and butter the joys come close upon the sorrows this time and I rather think the changes have begun said Mrs. March in most families there comes now and then a year full of events this has been such a one but it ends well after all hope the next will end better Mother Joe who found it very hard to see Meg absorbed in a stranger before her face for Joe loved a few persons very dearly and dreaded to have their affection lost or lessened in any way I hope the third year from this will end better I mean it shall if I live to work out my plans said Mr. Brook smiling at Meg as if everything had become possible to him now doesn't it seem very long to wait asked Amy who was in a hurry for the wedding I've got so much to learn before I shall be ready it seems a short time to me answered Meg with a sweet gravity in her face never seen there before you have only to wait I am to do the work said John beginning his labors by picking up Meg's napkin with an expression which caused Joe to shake her head and then say to herself with an air of relief as the front door banged here comes Larry now we shall have some sensible conversation but Joe was mistaken for Larry came prancing in overflowing with good spirits having a great bridal looking bouquet for Mrs. John Brook and evidently laboring under the delusion that the whole affair had been brought about by his excellent management I knew Brook would have it all his own way he always does for when he makes up his mind to accomplish anything it's done though the sky falls said Larry when he had presented his offering and his congratulations much obliged for that recommendation I take it as a good omen for the future and invite you to my wedding on the spot answered Mr. Brook who felt at peace with all mankind even his mischievous pupil I'll come if I'm at the ends of the earth for the side of Joe's face alone on that occasion would be worth a long journey you don't look festive ma'am what's the matter asked Larry following her into a corner of the parlor with her all had adjourned to greet Mr. Lawrence I don't approve of the match I've made up my mind to bear it and shall not say a word against it said Joe solemnly you can't know how hard it is for me to give up Meg she continued with a little quiver in her voice you don't give her up you only go haves said Larry consolingly it can never be the same again I've lost my dearest friend side Joe you've got me anyhow I'm not good for much I know but I'll stand by you Joe all the days of my life and my word I will and Larry meant what he said I know you will and I'm ever so much obliged you are always a great comfort to me Teddy return Joe gratefully shaking hands well now don't be dismal there's a good fellow it's all right you see Meg is happy Brooke will fly around and get settled immediately Grandpa will attend to him and it will be very jolly to see Meg in her own little house we'll have capital times I'll be gone for I shall be through college before long and then we'll go abroad on some nice trip or other wouldn't that console you I rather think it would that there is no knowing what may happen in three years said Joe thoughtfully that's true don't you wish you could take a look forward and see where we shall all be then I do return Larry I think not for I might see something sad and everyone looks so happy now I don't believe they could be much improved and Joe's eyes went slowly around the room brightening as they looked for the prospect was a pleasant one father and mother sat together quietly reliving the first chapter of the romance which for them began some twenty years ago Amy was drawing the lovers who sat apart in a beautiful world of their own the light of which touched their faces with a grace the little artist could not copy Beth lay on her sofa talking cheerily with her old friend her little hand as if he felt that it possessed the power to lead him along the peaceful way she walked Joe lounged in her favorite low seat with the grave quiet look which best became her and Larry leaning on the back of her chair his chin on a level with her curly head smiled with his friendliest aspect and nodded at her in the long glass which reflected them both so the curtain falls upon Meg, Joe, Beth and Amy whether it ever rises again depends upon the reception given the first act of the domestic drama called Little Women End of Chapter 23 End of Part 1 Chapter 24 of Little Women This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Dion Giants Salt Lake City, Utah Women by Louisa May Alcott Part 2 In order that we may start afresh and go to Meg's wedding Chapter 24 Gossip In order that we may start afresh and go to Meg's wedding with free minds it will be well to begin with a little gossip about the marches and here let me premise that if any of the elders think there is too much lovering in the story as I fear they may I'm not afraid the young folks I'm not afraid of rejection I can only stay with Mrs. March What can you expect when I have four gay girls in the house and a dashing young neighbor over the way The three years that have passed have brought but few changes to the quiet family The war is over and Mr. March safely at home busy with his books and the small parish which found in him a minister by nature as by grace a quiet studious man better than learning the charity which calls all mankind brother the piety that blossoms into character making it august and lovely these attributes in spite of poverty and the strict integrity which shut him out from the more worldly successes attracted to him many admirable persons as naturally as sweet herbs draw bees and as naturally he gave them the honey into which 50 years of hard experience instilled no bitter drop earnest young men found the gray-headed scholar as young at heart as they thoughtful or troubled women instinctively brought their doubts to him sure of finding the gentlest sympathy the wisest counsel sinners told their sins to the pure hearted old man and were both rebuked and saved gifted men found a companion in him ambitious man caught glimpses of nobler ambitions than their own worldlings confessed that his beliefs were beautiful and true although they wouldn't pay to outsiders the five energetic women seemed to rule the house and so they did in many things but the quiet scholar sitting among his books was still the head of the family the household conscience anchor and comforter for to him the busy anxious women always turned in trouble as times finding him in the truest sense of those sacred words husband and father the girls gave their hearts into their mother's keeping their souls into their fathers and to both parents who lived and labored so faithfully for them they gave a love that grew with their growth and bound them tenderly together by the sweetest tie which blesses life and outlives death Mrs. March is as brisk and cherry the rather grayer than when we saw her last now so absorbed in meg's affairs that the hospitals and homes still full of wounded boys and soldiers widows decidedly miss the mother's missionaries visits John Brook did his duty manfully for a year got wounded was sent home and not allowed to return he received no stars or bars but he deserved them for he cheerfully risked all he had and life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom perfectly resigned to his discharge he devoted himself to getting well preparing for business and earning a home for meg with the good sense and sturdy independence that characterized him he refused Mr. Lawrence's more generous offers and accepted the place of bookkeeper feeling better satisfied to begin with an honestly earned salary than by running any risks with borrowed money meg had spent the time in working as well as waiting growing womanly in character wise in housewifely arts and prettier than ever for love is a great beautifier she had her girlish ambitions and hopes and felt some disappointment at the humble way in which the new life must begin Ned Moffat had just married Sally Gardner and meg couldn't help contrasting their fine house and carriage many gifts and splendid outfit with her own and secretly wishing she could have married her but somehow envy and discontent soon vanished when she thought of all the patient love and labor John had put into the little home awaiting her and when they sat together in the twilight talking over their small plans the future always grew so beautiful and bright that she forgot Sally's splendor and felt herself the richest happiest girl in Christendom Joe never went back to Aunt March for the old lady such a fancy to Amy that she bribed her with the offer of drawing lessons from one of the best teachers going and for the sake of this advantage Amy would have served a far harder mistress so she gave her mornings to duty her afternoons to pleasure and prospered finally Joe meantime devoted herself to literature and Beth who remained delicate long after the fever was a thing of the past not an invalid exactly but never again the rosy healthy creature she had been yet always hopeful happy and serene and busy with the quiet duties she loved everyone's friend and an angel in the house long before those who loved her most had learned to know it as long as the spread eagle paid her a dollar a column for her rubbish as she called it Joe felt herself a woman of means and spun her little romances diligently but great plans fermented in her busy brain and ambitious mind and the old tin kitchen in the Garrett held a slowly increasing pile of blotted manuscript which was one day to place the name of March upon the role of fame Lauri having dutifully gone to college to please his grandfather was now getting through it in the easiest possible manner to please himself a universal favorite thanks to money manners much talent and the kindest that ever got its owner into scrapes by trying to get other people out of them he stood in great danger of being spoiled and probably would have been like many another promising boy if he had not possessed a talisman against evil in the memory of the kind old man who was bound up in his success the motherly friend who watched over him as if he were her son and last but not least by any means the knowledge that four innocent girls loved admired and believed in him with all their hearts being only a glorious human boy of course he froliced and flirted grew dandified aquatic sentimental or gymnastic as college fashions ordained hazed and was hazed top slang and more than once came perilously near suspension and expulsion but as high spirits and the love of fun were the causes of these pranks he always saved himself by frank confession honorable atonement or the irresistible power of persuasion which he possessed in perfection in fact he rather prided himself on his narrow escapes and like to thrill the girls with graphic accounts of his triumphs over wrathful tutors dignified professors and vanquished enemies the men of my class were heroes in the eyes of the girls who never worried of the exploits of our fellows and were frequently allowed to bask in the smiles of these great creatures when larry brought them home with him amy especially enjoyed this high honor and became quite a bell among them for her leadership early felt and learned to use the gift of fascination with which she was endowed meg was too much absorbed in her private and particular john to care for any other lords of creation and beth too shy to do more than peep at them and wonder how Amy dared to order them about so but Joe felt quite in her own element and found it very difficult to refrain from imitating the gentlemanly attitudes phrases and feats which seemed more natural to her than the decorums prescribed for young ladies they all like Joe immensely but never fell in love with her though very few escaped without paying the tribute of a sentimental sigh or two at Amy's shrine and speaking of sentiment brings us very naturally to the dove coat that was the name of the little brown house Mr. Brooke had prepared for Meg's first home larry had christened it saying it was highly appropriate to the gentle lovers who went on together like a pair of turtle doves with first a bill and then a coup it was a tiny house with a little garden behind and a lawn about as big as a pocket handkerchief in the front here Meg meant to have a fountain, shrubbery and a profusion of lovely flowers though just at present the fountain was represented by a weather beaten urn very like a dilapidated slop bowl the shrubbery consisted of several young larches undecided whether to live or die and the profusion of flowers was merely hinted by regiments of sticks to show where seeds were planted but inside it was altogether charming and the happy bride saw no fault from Garrett to Seller to be sure the hull was so narrow it was fortunate that they had no piano for one never could have been got in whole the dining room was so small that six people were a tight fit and the kitchen stairs seemed built for the express purpose of precipitating both servants and China palmel into the coal bin but once get used to these slight blemishes and nothing could be more complete for good sense and good taste had presided over the furnishing and the result was highly satisfactory there were no marble-top tables, long mirrors or lace curtains in the little parlor but simple furniture, plenty of books and a fine picture or two a stand of flowers in the bay window and scattered all about the pretty gifts which came from friendly hands and were the fairer for the loving messages they brought I don't think the Perian psyche Larry gave lost any of its beauty because John put up the bracket it stood upon that any upholsterer could have draped the plain Muslim curtains more gracefully than Amy's artistic hand or that any storeroom was ever better provided with good wishes merry words and happy hopes than that in which Joe and her mother put away Meg's few boxes, barrels and bundles and I am morally certain that the spandy new kitchen never could have looked so cozy and neat if Hannah had not arranged every pot and pan a dozen times over and laid the fire already for lighting the minute Miss Brooke came home I also doubt if any young matron ever began life with so rich a supply of dusters, holders and peace bags for Beth made enough to last till the silver wedding came round and invented three different kinds of dishcloths for the express service of the bridal china people who hire all these things done for them never know what they lose for the homeliest tasks get beautified if loving hands do them and Meg found so many proofs of this that everything in her small nest from the kitchen roller to the silver case on her parlor table was eloquent of home love and tender forethought what happy times they had planning together what solemn shopping excursions what funny mistakes they made and what shouts of laughter arose over Larry's ridiculous bargains in his love of jokes this young gentleman though nearly through college was a much of a boy as ever his last whim had been to bring with him on his weekly visits some new useful and ingenious article for the young housekeeper now a bag of remarkable clothespins next a wonderful nutmeg grater which fell to pieces at the first trial a knife cleaner that spoiled all the knives or a sweeper that picked the nap neatly off the carpet and left the dirt labor saving soap that took the skin off one's hands infallible cements which stuck firmly to nothing but the fingers of the deluded buyer and every kind of tinware from a toy savings bank for odd pennies to a wonderful boiler which would wash articles in its own steam with every prospect of exploding in the process in vain the bag begged him to stop John laughed at him and Joe called him Mr. Toodles he was possessed with a mania for patronizing Yankee ingenuity and seeing his friends fitfully furnished forth so each week beheld some fresh absurdity everything was done at last even to Amy's arranging different colored soaps to match the different colored rooms and Beth's setting the table for the first meal are you satisfied and do you feel as if you should be happy here? asked Mrs. March as she and her daughter went through the new kingdom arm and arm for just then they seemed to cling together more tenderly than ever yes mother perfectly satisfied thanks to you all and so happy that I can't talk about it with a look that was far better than words if she only had a servant or two it would be all right said Amy coming out of the parlor where she had been trying to decide whether the bronze mercury looked best on the what not or the mantle piece mother and I have talked that over and I have made up my mind to try her way first there will be so little to do that with Lottie to run my errands and help me here and there I shall only have enough work to keep me from getting lazy or homesick answered Meg tranquilly Sally Moffett has four began Amy if Meg had four the house wouldn't hold them her and Mrs. would have to camp in the garden broken Joe who enveloped in a big blue pinafore was giving the last polish to the door handles Sally isn't a poor man's wife and many maids are in keeping with her fine establishment Meg and John begin humbly but I have a feeling that there will be quite as much happiness in the little house as in the big one it's a great mistake for young girls like Meg to leave themselves nothing to do to give orders and gossip when I was first married I used to long for my new clothes to wear out or get torn so that I might have the pleasure of mending them for I got heartily sick of doing fancy work and tending my pocket handkerchief why didn't you go into the kitchen and make messes as Sally says she does to amuse herself though they never turn out well and the servants laugh at her said Meg I did after a while not to mess but to learn how things should be done that my servants need not laugh at me it was play then but there came a time when I was truly grateful that I not only possessed the will but the power to cook wholesome food for my little girls and help myself when I could no longer afford to hire help you begin at the other end Meg dear but the lessons you learn now will be of use to you by and by when John is a richer man for the mistress of a house however splendid should know how work ought to be done if she wishes to be well and honestly served yes mother I'm sure of that said Meg listening respectfully to the little lecture for the best of women will hold forth upon the all-absorbing subject of housekeeping do you know I like this room most of all in my baby house added Meg a minute after as they went upstairs and she looked into her well-stored linen closet Beth was there laying the snowy piles smoothly on the shelves and exelting over the goodly array all three laughed as Meg spoke for that linen closet was a joke you see having said that if Meg married that Brooke she shouldn't have a scent of her money and March was rather in a quandary when time had appeased her wrath and made her repent her vow she never broke her word and was much exercised in her mind how to get around it and at last devised a plan whereby she could satisfy herself Mrs. Carol Florence's mama was ordered to buy, have made and marked a generous supply of house and table linen and send it as her present all of which was faithfully done but the secret leaked out and was greatly enjoyed by the family for Aunt March tried to look utterly unconscious and insisted that she could give nothing but the old fashioned pearls long promise to the first bride which I am glad to see I had a young friend who set up housekeeping with six sheets but she had finger bowls for company and that satisfied her said Mrs. March patting the Damasque tablecloths with a truly feminine appreciation of their fineness I haven't a single finger bowl but this is a set out that will last me all my days Hannah says and Meg looked quite contented as well as she might a tall broad-shouldered young fellow with a cropped head a felt basin of a hat and a flyaway coat came tramping down the road at a great pace walked over the low fence without stopping to open the gate straight up to Mrs. March with both hands out and a hearty here I am mother yes it's all right the last words were an answer to the look the elder lady gave him a kindly questioning look which the handsome eyes met so frankly as usual with a motherly kiss for Mrs. Johnbrook with the makers congratulations and compliments bless you Beth what a refreshing spectacle you are Joe Amy you are getting altogether too handsome for a single lady as Laurie spoke he delivered a brown paper parcel to Meg pulled Beth's hair ribbon stared at Joe's big pinafore and fell into an attitude of mock rapture before Amy then shook hands all around and everyone began to talk whereas John asked Meg anxiously stop to get the license for a tomorrow ma'am which side won the last match Teddy inquired Joe who persisted in feeling an interest in manly sports despite her 19 years ours of course wished you'd been there to see how is the loveliness Randall asked Amy with a significant smile more cruel than ever I'm pining away and Laurie gave his broad chest a sounding slap and heaved a melodramatic sigh what's the last joke undo the bundle and see Meg said Beth eyeing the knobby parcel with curiosity it's a useful thing to have in the house in case of fire or thieves observed Laurie as a watchman's rattle appeared amid the laughter of the girls any time when John is away and you get frightened Mrs. Meg just swing that out of the front window and it will rouse the neighbourhood in a jiffy nice thing isn't it and Laurie gave them a sample of its powers that made them cover up their ears there's gratitude for you and speaking of gratitude reminds me to mention that you may thank Hannah for saving your wedding cake from destruction I saw it going into your house as I came by and if she hadn't defended it manfully I'd have had a pick at it for it looked like a remarkably plummy one I wonder if you will ever grow up Laurie said Meg in a matronly tone I'm doing my best ma'am but can't get much higher I'm afraid as six feet is about all men can do in these degenerate days responded the young gentleman whose head was about level with the little chandelier I suppose it would be profanation to eat anything in this spick and span bower so as I'm tremendously hungry I propose an adjournment he added presently mother and I are going to wait for John there are some last things to settle said Meg bustling away Beth and I are going over to Kitty Bryant's to get more flowers for tomorrow added Amy tying a picturesque hat over her picturesque curls and enjoying the effect as much as anybody come Joe don't desert a fellow I'm in such a state of exhaustion I can't get home without help don't take off your apron whatever you do it's peculiarly becoming said Larry as Joe bestowed his a special aversion in her capacious pocket and offered her arm to support his feeble steps now Teddy I want to talk seriously to you about tomorrow began Joe as they strolled away together you must promise to behave well and not cut up any pranks and spoil our plans not a prank and don't say funny things when we ought to be sober I never do you are the one for that and I implore you not to look at me during the ceremony I shall certainly laugh if you do you won't see me you'll be crying so hard that the thick fog around you will obscure the prospect I never cry unless for some great affliction such as fellows going to college hey cut in Larry with suggestive laugh don't be a peacock I only moaned a trifle to keep the girl's company exactly I say Joe how is grandpa this week pretty amiable very why have you got into a scrape and want to know how he'll take it ask Joe rather sharply now Joe do you think I'd look your mother in the face and say all right if I wasn't and Larry stopped short with an injured air no I don't then don't go and be suspicious I only want some money said Larry walking on again appeased by hearty tone you spend a great deal Teddy bless you I don't spend it it spends itself somehow and is gone before I know it you are so generous and kind hearted that you let people borrow and can't say no to anyone we heard about Henshaw and all you did for him if you always spent money in that way no one would blame you said Joe warmly oh he made a mountain out of a molehill you wouldn't have me let that fellow work himself to death just for the want of a little help when he is worth a dozen of us lazy chaps would you of course not but I don't see the use of you're having 17 waist coats endless neckties and a new hat every time you come home I thought you'd got over the dandy period but every now and then it breaks out in a new spot just now it's the fashion to be hideous to make your head look like a scrubbing brush where a pair of gloves and clumping square toad boots if it was cheap ugliness I'd say nothing but it costs as much as the other and I don't get any satisfaction out of it Larry threw back his head and laughed so heartily at this attack that the felt hat fell off and Joe walked on it which insult only afforded him an opportunity for expatiating on the advantages of a rough and ready costume as he folded up the hat and stuffed it into his pocket don't lecture anymore there's a good soul I have enough all through the week and like to enjoy myself when I come home I'll get myself up regardless of expense tomorrow and be a satisfaction to my friends I'll leave you in peace if you'll only let your hair grow I'm not aristocratic but I do object to being seen with a person who looks like a young price fighter observed Joe in a style promote study that's why we adopted returned Larry who certainly could not be accused of vanity having voluntarily sacrificed a handsome curly crop to the demand for quarter inch long stubble by the way Joe I think that little Parker is really getting desperate about Amy he talks of her constantly writes poetry and moons about in a most suspicious manner he'd better be added Larry in a confidential elder brotherly tone after a minute silence of course he had we don't want anymore marrying in this family for years to come mercy on us what are the children thinking of and Joe looked as much scandalized as if Amy and little Parker were not yet in their teens it's a fast age and I don't know what we are coming to ma'am you are a mere infant but nothing said Larry shaking his head over the degeneracy of the times don't be alarmed I'm not one of the agreeable sort nobody will want me and it's a mercy for there should always be one old maid in a family you won't give anyone a chance said Larry with the side long glance and a little more color than before in his sunburned face you won't show the soft side of your character and if a fellow showing that he likes it you treat him as Mrs. Gummage did her sweetheart throw cold water over him and get so thorny no one dares touch or look at you I don't like that sort of thing I'm too busy to be worried with nonsense and I think it's dreadful to break up family so now don't say anymore about it Meg's wedding has turned all our heads and we talk of nothing but lovers and such absurdities I don't let's change the subject and Joe looked quite ready to fling cold water on the slightest provocation whatever his feelings might have been Larry found event for them in a long low whistle and the fearful prediction as they parted at the gate mark my words Joe you'll go next End of chapter 24 Chapter 25 of Little Women this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Betty B Little Women by Luisa May Alcott Chapter 25 The First Wedding The June roses over the porch were awake bright and early on that morning rejoicing with all their hearts in the cloudless sunshine friendly little neighbors as they were quite flushed with excitement were their ruddy faces as they swung in the wind whispering to one another what they had seen for some peeped in at the dining windows where the feast was spread some climbed up to nod and smile at the sisters as they dressed the bride others waved a welcome to those who came and went on various errands in garden porch and hall and all from the rosiest full blown flower to the palest baby bud offered their tribute of beauty and fragrance to the gentle mistress who had loved and tended them so long Meg looked very like a rose herself for all that was best and sweetest in heart and soul seemed to bloom into her face that day making it fair and tender with the charm more beautiful than beauty neither silk, lace and orange flowers which she have I don't want a fashionable wedding but only those about me whom I love and to them I wish to look and be my familiar self so she made her wedding gown herself sewing into it the tender hopes and innocent romances of a girlish heart her sisters braided up her pretty hair and the only ornament she wore were the lilies of the valley which her John like best of all the flowers that grew you do look just like our own dear Meg only so very sweet and lovely that I should hug you if it wouldn't crumple your dress cried Amy surveying her with delight when all was done then I am satisfied but please hug and kiss me everyone and don't mind my dress I want a great many crumples of this sort put into it today and Meg opened her arms to her sisters who clung about her April faces for a minute feeling that the new love had not changed the old now I am going to tie John's cravat for him and then to stay a few minutes with father quietly in the study and Meg ran down to perform these little ceremonies and then to follow her mother wherever she went conscious that in spite of the smiles on the motherly face there was a secret sorrow hid in the motherly heart from the nest as the younger girls stand together giving the last touches to their simple toilet it may be a good time to tell of a few changes which three years have wrought in their appearance for all are looking their best just now Joe's angles are much softened she has learned to carry herself with ease if not grace the curly crop is lengthened into a thick coil more becoming to the small head a top of the tall figure there is a fresh color in her brown cheeks a soft shine in her eyes and only gentle words fall from her sharp tongue today Beth has grown slender pale and more quiet than ever the beautiful kind eyes are larger and in them lies an expression that saddens one although it is not sad itself it is the shadow of pain which touches the young face such pathetic patience but Beth seldom complains and always speaks hopefully of being better soon Amy is with truth considered the flower of the family for at sixteen she has the air and bearing of a full grown woman not beautiful but possessed of that indescribable charm called grace one saw it in the lines of her figure the make and motion of her hands the flow of her dress the droop of her hair unconscious yet harmonious and as attractive to many as beauty itself Amy's nose still afflicted her for it never would grow Grecian so did her mouth being too wide and having a decided chin these offending features gave character to her whole face but she never could see it and consoled herself with her wonderfully fair complexion keen blue eyes and curls golden and abundant than ever all three wore suits of thin silver grey their best gowns for the summer with blush roses in hair and bosom and all three looked just what they were fresh faced happy hearted girls pausing a moment in their busy lives to read with wistful eyes the sweetest chapter in the romance of womanhood there were to be no ceremonious performances everything was to be as natural and home like as possible so when Aunt March arrived she was scandalized to see the bride come running to welcome and lead her in to find the bridegroom fastening up a garland that had fallen down and to catch a glimpse of the paternal minister marching upstairs with a grave countenance and a wine bottle under each arm upon my word here's a state of things cried the old lady on her prepared for her and settling the folds of her lavender moray with a great rustle you oughtn't to be seen till the last minute child I'm not a show, Auntie, and no one is coming to stare at me to criticize my dress or count the cost of my luncheon I'm too happy to care what anyone says or thinks and I'm going to have my little wedding just as I like it John Deere, here's your hammer and a way-wet meg to help that man in his highly improper employment Mr. Brooke didn't even say thank you but as he stooped for the unromantic tool, he kissed his little bride behind the folding door with a look that made Aunt March whisk out her pocket handkerchief with a sudden dew in her sharp old eyes a crash, a cry, and a laugh from Laurie, accompanied by the indecorous exclamation Jupiter, amen, set the cake again caused a momentary flurry which was hardly over when a flock of cousins arrived and the party came in, as Beth used to say when a child don't let that young giant come near me he worries me worse than mosquitoes whispered the old lady to Amy as the rooms filled and Laurie's black head towered above the rest he has promised to be very good today and he can be perfectly elegant and gliding away to warn Hercules to beware of the dragon which caused him to haunt the old lady with a devotion that nearly distracted her there was no bridal procession but a sudden silence fell upon the room as Mr. March and the young couple took their places under the green arch mother and sisters gathered close as if loathed to give Meg up the fatherly voice broke more than once which only seemed to make the service more beautiful and solemn the bridegroom's hand trembled visibly and no one heard his replies but Meg looked straight up in her husband's eyes and said, I will with such tender trust in her own face and voice that her mother's heart rejoiced and Aunt March sniffed audibly Joe did not cry though she was very near at once and was only saved from a vibration by the consciousness that Laurie was staring fixedly at her with the comical mixture of merriment and emotion in his wicked black eyes Beth kept her face hidden on her mother's shoulder but Amy stood like a graceful statue with the most becoming ray of sunshine touching her white forehead and the flower in her hair it wasn't at all the thing I'm afraid but the minute she was fairly married Meg cried the first kiss for Marmee and turning gave it with her heart on her lips during the next fifteen minutes she looked more like a rose than ever for everyone availed themselves of their privileges to the fullest extent from Mr. Lawrence to old Hannah who adorned with a headdress fearfully and wonderfully made fell upon her in the hall crying with a sob and a chuckle bless you dearie a hundred times the cake ain't hurt a mite and everything looks lovely everybody cleared up after that and said something brilliant or tried to which did just as well for laughter is ready when hearts are light there was no display of gifts for they were already in the little house nor was there an elaborate breakfast but a plentiful lunch of cake and fruit dressed with flowers Mr. Lawrence and Aunt Marge shrugged and smiled at one another when water, lemonade and coffee were found to be to only sorts of nectar which the three hebeys carried around no one said anything till Lori who insisted on serving the bride appeared before her with a loaded salver in his hand and a puzzled expression on his face has Joe smashed all the bottles by accident he whispered or am I merely laboring under a delusion that I saw some lying about loose this morning no your grandfather kindly offered us his best and Aunt Marge actually sent some but father put away a little for Beth and dispatched the rest of the soldier's home you know he thinks that wine should be used only in illness and mother says that neither she nor her daughters will ever offer to any young man under her roof Meg spoke seriously and expected to see Lori frown or laugh or after a quick look at her he said in his impetuous way I like that for I've seen enough harm done to wish other women would think as you do you are not made wise by experience I hope and there was an anxious accent in Meg's voice no I give you my word for it don't think too well of me either this is not one of my temptations being brought up where wine is as common as water and almost as harmless I don't care for it but when a pretty girl offers it one doesn't like to refuse you see but you will for the sake of others if not for your own come Lori promise and give me one more reason to call this the happiest day of my life a demand so sudden and so serious made the young man hesitate a moment for ridicule is often harder to bear than self-denial Meg knew that if he gave the promise of all costs and feeling her power used it as a woman may for her friends good she did not speak but she looked up at him with the face made very eloquent by happiness and a smile which said no one can refuse me anything today Lori certainly could not and with an answering smile he gave her his hand saying heartily I promise Mrs. Brooke I thank you very very much and I drink long life to your conclusion Teddy cried Joe baptizing him with a splash of lemonade as she waved her glass and beamed approvingly upon him so the toast was drunk the pledge made unloyally kept in spite of many temptations for with instinctive wisdom the girl seized a happy moment to do their friend a service for which he thanked them all his life after lunch people strolled about by twos and threes through the house and garden enjoying the sunshine without and within Megan John happened to be standing together in the middle of the grass plot when Lori was seized with an inspiration which put the finishing touch to this unfashionable wedding all the married people take hands and dance around the new made husband and wife as the Germans do while we bachelors and spinsters prance in couples outside cried Lori culminating down the path with Amy with such infectious spirit and skill that everyone else followed their example without a murmur Mr. and Mrs. March Aunt and Uncle Carol began it others rapidly joined in even Sally Moffat after a moment's hesitation threw her train over her arm and whisked Ned into the ring but the crowning joke was Mr. Lawrence and Aunt March for when the stately old gentleman Chassade solemnly up to the old lady she just tucked her cane under her arm and hopped briskly away to join hands with the rest and dance about the bridal pair while the young folks pervaded the garden like butterflies on a mid-summer day want of breath brought the impromptu ball to a close and then people began to go I wish you well my dear I hardly wish you well but I think you'll be sorry for it said Aunt March to Meg adding to the bridegroom as he lettered to the carriage you've got a treasure young man see that you deserve it that is the prettiest wedding I've been to for an age, Ned and I don't see why for there wasn't a bit of style about it observed Mrs. Moffat to her husband as they drove away Laurie my lad if you ever want to indulge in this sort of thing get one of those little girls to help you and I shall be perfectly satisfied said Mr. Lawrence settling himself in his easy chair to rest after the excitement of the morning I'll do my best to gratify you sir was Laurie's unusually dutiful reply as he carefully unpinned the posy Joe had put in his buttonhole the little house was not far away and the only bridal journey Meg had was the quiet walk with John from the old home to the new when she came down looking like a pretty quakeress in her dove colored suit and straw bonnet tied with white they all gathered about her to say goodbye as tenderly as if she had been going to make the grand tour don't feel that I am separated from you marmy dear or that I love you any the less for loving John so much she said clinging to her mother with full eyes for a moment I shall come every day father and expect to keep my old place in all your hearts though I am married Beth is going to be with me a great deal and the other girls will drop in now and then to laugh at my housekeeping struggles thank you all for my happy wedding day goodbye goodbye they stood watching her with faces full of love and hope and tender pride as she walked away leaning on her husband's arm with her hands full of flowers and the June sunshine with her face and so makes married life began end of chapter 25