It almost seemed as if I'd an arm or leg offThe... It almost seemed as if I'd an arm or leg offThe woman saw me look at it, and picked out a long lock for me to keepI'll give it to you, Marmee, just to remember past glories by, for a crop is so comfortable I don't think I shall ever have a mane againMarch folded the wavy chestnut lock, and laid it away with a short gray one in her deskShe only said, "Thank you, deary," but something in her face made the girls change the subject, and talk as cheerfully as they could about MrBrooke's kindness, the prospect of a fine day tomorrow, and the happy times they would have when Father came home to be nursed
No one wanted to go to bed when at ten o'clock MrsMarch put by the last finished job, and said, "Come girls Beth went to the piano and played the father's favorite hymnAll began bravely, but broke down one by one till Beth was left alone, singing with all her heart, for to her music was always a sweet consoler
"Go to bed and don't talk, for we must be up early and shall need all the sleep we can getGood night, my darlings," said
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They kissed her quietly, and went to bed as silently as if the dear invalid lay in the next roomBeth and Amy soon fell asleep in spite of the great trouble, but Meg lay awake, thinking the most serious thoughts she had ever known in her short lifeJo lay motionless, and her sister fancied that she was asleep, till a stifled sob made her exclaim, as she touched a wet cheek
"Jo, dear, what is it? Are you crying about father?"
"No, not now
"What then?"
"Myy hair!" burst out poor Jo, trying vainly to smother her emotion in the pillow
It did not seem at all comical to Meg, who kissed and caressed the afflicted heroine in the tenderest manner
"I'm not sorry," protested Jo, with a choke"I'd do it again tomorrow, if I couldIt's only the vain part of me that goes and cries in this silly wayDon't tell anyone, it's all over nowI thought you were asleep, so I just made a little private moan for my one beautyHow came you to be awake?"
"I can't sleep, I'm so anxious," said
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"Think about something pleasant, and you'll soon drop off
"I tried it, but felt wider awake than ever
"What did you think of?"
"Handsome faces--eyes particularly," answered Meg, smiling to herself in the dark
"What color do you like best?"
"Brown, that is, sometimes
Jo, laughed, and Meg sharply ordered her not to talk, then amiably promised to make her hair curl, and fell asleep to dream of living in her castle in the air
The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlet here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at eachunconscious face, to kiss each with lips that mutely blessed, and to pray the fervent prayers which only mothers utterAs she lifted the curtain to look out into the dreary night, the moon broke suddenly from behind the clouds and shone upon her like a bright, benignant face, which seemed to whisper in the silence," Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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dior china the cold gray dawn the sisters lit their lamp and read their chapter with an earnestness never felt beforeFor now the shadow of a real trouble had come, the little books were full of help and comfort, and as they dressed, they agreed to say goodbye cheerfully and hopefully, and send their mother on her anxious journey unsaddened by tears or complaints from themEverything seemed very strange when they went down, so dim and still outside, so full of light and bustle withinBreakfast at that early hour seemed odd, and even Hannah's familiar face looked unnatural as she flew about her kitchen with her nightcap onThe big trunk stood ready in the hall, Mother's cloak and bonnet lay on the sofa, and Mother herself sat trying to eat, but looking so pale and worn with sleeplessness and anxiety that the girls found it very hard to keep their resolutionMeg's eyes kept filling in spite of herself, Jo was obliged to hide her face in the kitchen rollermore than once, ant the little girls wore a grave, troubled expression, as if sorrow was a new
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Nobody talked much, but as the time drew very near and they sat waiting for the carriage, MrsMarch said to the girls, who were all busied about her, one folding her shawl, another smoothing out the strings of her bonnet, a third putting on her overshoes, and a forth fastening up her travelling bag
"Children, I leave you to Hannah's care and MrLaurence's protectionHannah is faithfulness itself, and our good neighbor will guard you as if you were his ownI have no fears for you, yet I am anxious that you should take this trouble rightlyDon't grieve and fret when I am gone, or think that you can be idle and comfort yourselves by being idle and trying to forgetGo on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solaceHope and keep busy, and whatever happens, remember that you never can be fatherless
"Meg, dear, be prudent, watch over your sisters, consult Hannah, and in any perplexity, go to MrBe patient, Jo, don't get despondent or do rash things, write to me often, and be my brave girl, ready to help and cheer
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