Laurie meanwhile posted off to comfort Amy,and told his story so well that Aunt March actually ‘sniffed’ herself,and never once said “I told you so”.Amy came out so strong on this occasion that I think the good thoughts in the little chapel really began to bear fruit. She dried her tears quickly, restrained her impatience to see her mother, and never even thought of the turquoise ring, when the old lady heartily agreed in Laurie’s opinion, that she behaved ‘like a capital little woman’. Even Polly seemed impressed, for he called her a good girl, blessed her buttons, and begged her to “come and take a walk, dear”, in his most affable tone. She would very gladly have gone out to enjoy the bright wintry weather, but discovering that Laurie was dropping with sleep in spite of manful efforts to conceal the fact, she persuaded him to rest on the sofa, while she wrote a note to her mother. She was a long time about it, and when she returned, he was stretched out with both arms under his head, sound asleep, while Aunt March had pulled down the curtains and sat doing nothing in an unusual fit of benignity.
After a while, they began to think he was not going to wake up till night,and I’m not sure that he would,had he not been effectually roused by Amy’s cry of joy at sight of her mother.There probably were a good many happy little girls in and about the city that day, but it is my private opinion that Amy was the happiest of all, when she sat in her mother’s lap and told her trials, receiving consolation and compensation in the shape of approving smiles and fond caresses. They were alone together in the chapel, to which her mother did not object when its purpose was explained to her.
“On the contrary, I like it very much, dear,” looking from the dusty rosary to the well-worn little book,and the lovely picture with its garland of evergreen.“It is an excellent plan to have some place where we can go to be quiet,when things vex or grieve us.There are a good many hard times in this life of ours,but we can always bear them if we ask help in the right way.I think my little girl is learning this.”
“Yes, Mother, and when I go home I mean to have a corner in the big closet to put my books and the copy of that picture which I’ve tried to make. The woman’s face is not good, it’s too beautiful for me to draw, but the baby is done better, and I love it very much. I like to think He was a little child once, for then I don’t seem so far away, and that helps me.”
As Amy pointed to the smiling Christ child on his Mother’s knee,Mrs. March saw something on the lifted hand that made her smile.She said nothing, but Amy understood the look,and after a minute’s pause, she added gravely,“I wanted to speak to you about this, but I forgot it.Aunt gave me the ring today.She called me to her and kissed me,and put it on my finger,and said I was a credit to her,and she’d like to keep me always.She gave that funny guard to keep the turquoise on,as it’s too big. I’d like to wear them Mother, can I?”
“They are very pretty,but I think you’re rather too young for such ornaments,Amy,” said Mrs. March,looking at the plump little hand,with the band of sky-blue stones on the forefinger,and the quaint guard formed of two tiny golden hands clasped together.
“I’ll try not to be vain,” said Amy.“I don’t think I like it only because it’s so pretty,but I want to wear it as the girl in the story wore her bracelet,to remind me of something.”
“Do you mean Aunt March?” asked her mother, laughing.
“No, to remind me not to be selfish.” Amy looked so earnest and sincere about it that her mother stopped laughing,and listened respectfully to the little plan.
“I’ve thought a great deal lately about my ‘bundle of naughties’,and being selfish is the largest one in it,so I’m going to try hard to cure it, if I can.Beth isn’t selfish,and that’s the reason everyone loves her and feels so bad at the thoughts of losing her. People wouldn’t feel so bad about me if I was sick, and I don’t deserve to have them, but I’d like to be loved and missed by a great many friends, so I’m going to try and be like Beth all I can. I’m apt to forget my resolutions, but if I had something always about me to remind me, I guess I should do better. May we try this way?”
“Yes, but I have more faith in the corner of the big closet.Wear your ring, dear, and do your best.I think you will prosper,for the sincere wish to be good is half the battle.Now I must go back to Beth. Keep up your heart,little daughter, and we will soon have you home again.”
That evening while Meg was writing to her father to report the traveler’s safe arrival, Jo slipped upstairs into Beth’s room, and finding her mother in her usual place, stood a minute twisting her fingers in her hair, with a worried gesture and an undecided look.
“What is it, deary?” asked Mrs. March, holding out her hand,with a face which invited confidence.
“I want to tell you something, Mother.”
“About Meg?”
“How quickly you guessed!Yes, it’s about her, and though it’s a little thing, it fidgets me.”
“Beth is asleep. Speak low, and tell me all about it.That Moffat hasn’t been here, I hope?” asked Mrs. March rather sharply.
“No. I should have shut the door in his face if he had,” said Jo, settling herself on the floor at her mother’s feet.“Last summer Meg left a pair of gloves over at the Laurences’ and only one was returned. We forgot about it, till Teddy told me that Mr. Brooke owned that he liked Meg but didn’t dare say so, she was so young and he so poor. Now, isn’t it a dreadful state of things?”
“Do you think Meg cares for him?” asked Mrs. March, with an anxious look.
“Mercy me!I don’t know anything about love and such nonsense!” cried Jo, with a funny mixture of interest and contempt.“In novels, the girls show it by starting and blushing,fainting away, growing thin, and acting like fools.Now Meg does not do anything of the sort.She eats and drinks and sleeps like a sensible creature,she looks straight in my face when I talk about that man,and only blushes a little bit when Teddy jokes about lovers.I forbid him to do it,but he doesn’t mind me as he ought.”
“Then you fancy that Meg is not interested in John?”
“Who?” cried Jo, staring.
“Mr. Brooke. I call him ‘John’ now.We fell into the way of doing so at the hospital, and he likes it.”
“Oh, dear!I know you’ll take his part. He’s been good to Father,and you won’t send him away, but let Meg marry him,if she wants to. Mean thing!To go petting Papa and helping you,just to wheedle you into liking him.” And Jo pulled her hair again with a wrathful tweak.
“My dear, don’t get angry about it,and I will tell you how it happened.John went with me at Mr. Laurence’s request,and was so devoted to poor Father that we couldn’t help getting fond of him.He was perfectly open and honorable about Meg,for he told us he loved her,but would earn a comfortable home before he asked her to marry him.He only wanted our leave to love her and work for her,and the right to make her love him if he could.He is a truly excellent young man,and we could not refuse to listen to him,but I will not consent to Meg’s engaging herself so young. ”
“Of course not. It would be idiotic!I knew there was mischief brewing. I felt it,and now it’s worse than I imagined.I just wish I could marry Meg myself,and keep her safe in the family.”
This odd arrangement made Mrs. March smile,but she said gravely, “Jo,I confide in you and don’t wish you to say anything to Meg yet.When John comes back, and I see them together,I can judge better of her feelings toward him.”