PART 1
16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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Hannah wisely allowed them to relieve their feelings, and
when the shower showed signs of clearing up, she came to the
rescue, armed with a coffeepot.
"Now, ny dear young ladies, remember what your ma said, and
don't fret. Come and have a cup of coffee all round, and then
let's fall to work and be a credit to the family."
Coffee was a treat, and Hannah showed great tact in making it
that morning. No one could resist her persuasive nods, or the
fragrant invitation issuing from the nose of the coffee pot. They
drew up to the table, exchanged their handkerchiefs for napkins,
and in ten minutes were all right again.
"`Hope and keep busy', that's the motto for us, so let's see
who will remember it best. I shall go to Aunt March, as usual.
Oh, won't she lecture though!" said Jo, as she sipped with
returning spirit.
"I shall go to my Kings, though I'd much rather stay at home
and attend to things here," said Meg, wishing she hadn't made her
eyes so red.
"No need of that. Beth and I can keep house perfectly well,"
put in Amy, with an important air.
"Hannah will tell us what to do, and we'll have everything
nice when you come home," added Beth, getting out her mop and dish
tub without delay.
"I think anxiety is very interesting," observed Amy, eating
sugar pensively.
The girls couldn't help laughing, and felt better for it,
though Meg shook her head at the young lady who could find
consolation in a sugar bowl.
The sight of the turnovers made Jo sober again, and when the
two went out to their daily tasks, they looked sorrowfully back
at the window where they were accustomed to see their mother's
face. It was gone, but Beth had remembered the little household
ceremony, and there she was, nodding away at them like a
rosyfaced mandarin.
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