PART 1
15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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Mrs. March folded the wavy chestnut lock, and laid it away with
a short gray one in her desk. She only said, "Thank you, deary,"
but something in her face made the girls change the subject, and
talk as cheerfully as they could about Mr. Brooke'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 Mrs. March put
by the last finished job, and said, "Come girls." Beth went to the
piano and played the father's favorite hymn. All 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 get. Good night, my darlings," said Mrs.
March, as the hymn ended, for no one cared to try another.
They kissed her quietly, and went to bed as silently as if the
dear invalid lay in the next room. Beth 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 life. Jo 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?"
"My...My 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 could. It's only the vain part of me that goes and
cries in this silly way. Don't tell anyone, it's all over now. I
thought you were asleep, so I just made a little private moan for my
one beauty. How came you to be awake?"
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