PART 1
1. CHAPTER ONE
(continued)
As they gathered about the table, Mrs. March said, with a
particularly happy face, "I've got a treat for you after supper."
A quick, bright smile went round like a streak of sunshine.
Beth clapped her hands, regardless of the biscuit she held,
and Jo tossed up her napkin, crying, "A letter! A letter! Three
cheers for Father!"
"Yes, a nice long letter. He is well, and thinks he shall
get through the cold season better than we feared. He sends all
sorts of loving wishes for Christmas, and an especial message
to you girls," said Mrs. March, patting her pocket as if she
had got a treasure there.
"Hurry and get done! Don't stop to quirk your little finger
and simper over your plate, Amy," cried Jo, choking on her tea
and dropping her bread, butter side down, on the carpet in her
haste to get at the treat.
Beth ate no more, but crept away to sit in her shadowy corner
and brood over the delight to come, till the others were ready.
"I think it was so splendid in Father to go as chaplain
when he was too old to be drafted, and not strong enough for
a soldier," said Meg warmly.
"Don't I wish I could go as a drummer, a vivan--what's its
name? Or a nurse, so I could be near him and help him," exclaimed
Jo, with a groan.
"It must be very disagreeable to sleep in a tent, and eat
all sorts of bad-tasting things, and drink out of a tin mug,"
sighed Amy.
"When will he come home, Marmee? asked Beth, with a little
quiver in her voice.
"Not for many months, dear, unless he is sick. He will stay
and do his work faithfully as long as he can, and we won't ask
for him back a minute sooner than he can be spared. Now come and
hear the letter."
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