PART 1
11. CHAPTER ELEVEN
(continued)
Laurie took Amy to drive, which was a deed of charity, for the
sour cream seemed to have had a bad effect upon her temper. Mrs.
March came home to find the three older girls hard at work in the
middle of the afternoon, and a glance at the closet gave her an idea
of the success of one part of the experiment.
Before the housewives could rest, several people called, and
there was a scramble to get ready to see them. Then tea must be got,
errands done, and one or two necessary bits of sewing neglected until
the last minute. As twilight fell, dewy and still, one by one they
gathered on the porch where the June roses were budding beautifully,
and each groaned or sighed as she sat down, as if tired or troubled.
"What a dreadful day this has been!" began Jo, usually the first
to speak.
"It has seemed shorter than usual, but so uncomfortable," said Meg.
"Not a bit like home," added Amy.
"It can't seem so without Marmee and little Pip," sighed Beth,
glancing with full eyes at the empty cage above her head.
"Here's Mother, dear, and you shall have another bird tomorrow,
if you want it."
As she spoke, Mrs. March came and took her place among them,
looking as if her holiday had not been much pleasanter than theirs.
"Are you satisfied with your experiment, girls, or do you want
another week of it?" she asked, as Beth nestled up to her and the
rest turned toward her with brightening faces, as flowers turn
toward the sun.
"I don't!" cried Jo decidedly.
"Nor I," echoed the others.
"You think then, that it is better to have a few duties and
live a little for others, do you?"
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