PART 1
15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
(continued)
"What else? The horses are ready. I can go anywhere, do
anything," he said, looking ready to fly to the ends of the earth.
"Leave a note at Aunt March's. Jo, give me that pen and paper."
Tearing off the blank side of one of her newly copied pages,
Jo drew the table before her mother, well knowing that money for the
long, sad journey must be borrowed, and feeling as if she could do
anything to add to a little to the sum for her father.
"Now go, dear, but don't kill yourself driving at a desperate
pace. There is no need of that."
Mrs. March's warning was evidently thrown away, for five minutes
later Laurie tore by the window on his own fleet horse, riding as if
for his life.
"Jo, run to the rooms, and tell Mrs. King that I can't come.
On the way get these things. I'll put them down, they'll be needed
and I must go prepared for nursing. Hospital stores are not always
good. Beth, go and ask Mr. Laurence for a couple of bottles of old
wine. I'm not too proud to beg for Father. He shall have the best
of everything. Amy, tell Hannah to get down the black trunk, and
Meg, come and help me find my things, for I'm half bewildered."
Writing, thinking, and directing all at once might well bewilder
the poor lady, and Meg begged her to sit quietly in her room
for a little while, and let them work. Everyone scattered
like leaves before a gust of wind, and the quiet, happy household
was broken up as suddenly as if the paper had been an evil spell.
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