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6. CHAPTER SIX
 (continued)"Yes, dear.  It will please him very much, and be a nice way of
 thanking him.  The girls will help you about them, and I will pay for
 the making up," replied Mrs. March, who took peculiar pleasure in
 granting Beth's requests because she so seldom asked anything for
 herself. After many serious discussions with Meg and Jo, the pattern was
 chosen, the materials bought, and the slippers begun.  A cluster of
 grave yet cheerful pansies on a deeper purple ground was pronounced
 very appropriate and pretty, and beth worked away early and late, with
 occasional lifts over hard parts.  She was a nimble little needlewoman, 
 and they were finished before anyone got tired of them.  Then she wrote
 a short, simple note, and with Laurie's help, got them smuggled onto
 the study table one morning before the old gentleman was up. When this excitement was over, Beth waited to see what would
 happen.  All day passed a a part of the next before any
 acknowledgement arrived, and she was beginning to fear she had offended
 her crochety friend.  On the afternoon of the second day, she went out
 to do an errand, and give poor Joanna, the invalid doll, her daily
 exercise.  As she came up the street, on her return, she saw three, 
 yes, four heads popping in and out of the parlor windows, and the
 moment they saw her, several hands were waved, and several joyful
 voices screamed... "Here's a letter from the old gentleman!  Come quick, and read it!" "Oh, Beth, he's sent you..." began Amy, gesticulating with
 unseemly energy, but she got no further, for Jo quenched her by
 slamming down the window. Beth hurried on in a flutter of suspense.  At the door her
 sisters seized and bore her to the parlor in a triumphal procession, 
 all pointing and all saying at once, "Look there!  Look there!"  Beth
 did look, and turned pale with delight and surprise, for there stood
 a little cabinet piano, with a letter lying on the glossy lid, directed
 like a sign board to "Miss Elizabeth March." "For me?" gasped Beth, holding onto Jo and feeling as if she
 should tumble down, it was such an overwhelming thing altogether. |