PART 1
11. CHAPTER ELEVEN
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No one would own that they were tired of the experiment, but
by Friday night each acknowledged to herself that she was glad the
week was nearly done. Hoping to impress the lesson more deeply,
Mrs. March, who had a good deal of humor, resolved to finish off
the trial in an appropriate manner, so she gave Hannah a holiday and
let the girls enjoy the full effect of the play system.
When they got up on Saturday morning, there was no fire in
the kitchen, no breakfast in the dining room, and no mother
anywhere to be seen.
"Mercy on us! What has happened?" cried Jo, staring about
her in dismay.
Meg ran upstairs and soon came back again, looking relieved
but rather bewildered, and a little ashamed.
"Mother isn't sick, only very tired, and she says she is
going to stay quietly in her room all day and let us do the best
we can. It's a very queer thing for her to do, she doesn't act
a bit like herself. But she says it has been a hard week for
her, so we mustn't grumble but take care of ourselves."
"That's easy enough, and I like the idea, I'm aching for
something to do, that is, some new amusement, you know," added
Jo quickly.
In fact it was an immense relief to them all to have a little
work, and they took hold with a will, but soon realized the truth
of Hannah's saying, "Housekeeping ain't no joke." There was plenty
of food in the larder, and while Beth and Amy set the table, Meg and
Jo got breakfast, wondering as they did why servants ever talked
about hard work.
"I shall take some up to Mother, though she said we were not
to think of her, for she'd take care of herself," said Meg, who
presided and felt quite matronly behind the teapot.
So a tray was fitted out before anyone began, and taken up
with the cook's compliments. The boiled tea was very bitter, the
omelet scorched, and the biscuits speckled with saleratus, but
Mrs. March received her repast with thanks and laughed heartily
over it after Jo was gone.
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