An hour afterward her mother peeped in and there she was, scratching away,with her black pinafore on, and an absorbed expression, which caused Mrs.March to smile and slip away, well pleased with the success of her suggestion.Jo never knew how it happened, but something got into that story that went straight to the hearts of those who read it,for when her family had laughed and cried over it, her father sent it, much against her will,to one of the popular magazines, and to her utter surprise, it was not only paid for,but others requested. Letters from several persons, whose praise was honor,followed the appearance of the little story, newspapers copied it,and strangers as well as friends admired it. For a small thing it was a great success,and Jo was more astonished than when her novel was commended and condemned all at once.
“I don’t understand it. What can there be in a simple little story like that to make people praise it so?” she said, quite bewildered.
“There is truth in it, Jo, that’s the secret. Humor and pathos make it alive,and you have found your style at last. You wrote with no thoughts of fame and money,and put your heart into it, my daughter. You have had the bitter, now comes the sweet.Do your best, and grow as happy as we are in your success.”
“If there is anything good or true in what I write, it isn’t mine.I owe it all to you and Mother and Beth,” said Jo,more touched by her father’s words than by any amount of praise from the world.
So taught by love and sorrow, Jo wrote her little stories,and sent them away to make friends for themselves and her,finding it a very charitable world to such humble wanderers, for they were kindly welcomed,and sent home comfortable tokens to their mother,like dutiful children whom good fortune overtakes.
When Amy and Laurie wrote of their engagement, Mrs.March feared that Jo would find it difficult to rejoice over it,but her fears were soon set at rest, for though Jo looked grave at first, she took it very quietly,and was full of hopes and plans for ‘the children’ before she read the letter twice.It was a sort of written duet, wherein each glorified the other in loverlike fashion,very pleasant to read and satisfactory to think of, for no one had any objection to make.
“You like it, Mother?” said Jo, as they laid down the closely written sheets and looked at one another.
“Yes, I hoped it would be so, ever since Amy wrote that she had refused Fred.I felt sure then that something better than what you call the ‘mercenary spirit’ had come over her,and a hint here and there in her letters made me suspect that love and Laurie would win the day.”
“How sharp you are, Marmee, and how silent!You never said a word to me.”
“Mothers have need of sharp eyes and discreet tongues when they have girls to manage.I was half afraid to put the idea into your head,lest you should write and congratulate them before the thing was settled.”
“I’m not the scatterbrain I was. You may trust me.I’m sober and sensible enough for anyone’s confidante now.”
“So you are, my dear, and I should have made you mine,only I fancied it might pain you to learn that your Teddy loved someone else.”
“Now, Mother, did you really think I could be so silly and selfish, after I’d refused his love, when it was freshest, if not best?”
“I knew you were sincere then, Jo, but lately I have thought that if he came back, and asked again,you might perhaps, feel like giving another answer. Forgive me, dear,I can’t help seeing that you are very lonely,and sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart.So I fancied that your boy might fill the empty place if he tried now.”
“No, Mother, it is better as it is, and I’m glad Amy has learned to love him.But you are right in one thing. I am lonely, and perhaps if Teddy had tried again,I might have said ‘Yes’, not because I love him any more,but because I care more to be loved than when he went away.”
“I’m glad of that, Jo, for it shows that you are getting on. There are plenty to love you,so try to be satisfied with Father and Mother, sisters and brothers, friends and babies,till the best lover of all comes to give you your reward.”
“Mothers are the best lovers in the world,but I don’t mind whispering to Marmee that I’d like to try all kinds. It’s very curious,but the more I try to satisfy myself with all sorts of natural affections, the more I seem to want.I’d no idea hearts could take in so many. Mine is so elastic, it never seems full now,and I used to be quite contented with my family. I don’t understand it.”
“I do,” and Mrs. March smiled her wise smile,as Jo turned back the leaves to read what Amy said of Laurie.
“It is so beautiful to be loved as Laurie loves me. He isn’t sentimental, doesn’t say much about it,but I see and feel it in all he says and does,and it makes me so happy and so humble that I don’t seem to be the same girl I was.I never knew how good and generous and tender he was till now, for he lets me read his heart,and I find it full of noble impulses and hopes and purposes, and am so proud to know it’s mine.He says he feels as if he ‘could make a prosperous voyage now with me aboard as mate,and lots of love for ballast’. I pray he may, and try to be all he believes me,for I love my gallant captain with all my heart and soul and might, and never will desert him,while God lets us be together. Oh, Mother, I never knew how much like heaven this world could be,when two people love and live for one another!”
“And that’s our cool, reserved, and worldly Amy!Truly, love does work miracles. How very, very happy they must be!” and Jo laid the rustling sheets together with a careful hand,as one might shut the covers of a lovely romance, which holds the reader fast till the end comes,and he finds himself alone in the workaday world again.
By-and-by Jo roamed away upstairs, for it was rainy, and she could not walk.A restless spirit possessed her, and the old feeling came again, not bitter as it once was,but a sorrowfully patient wonder why one sister should have all she asked, the other nothing.It was not true, she knew that and tried to put it away,but the natural craving for affection was strong,and Amy’s happiness woke the hungry longing for someone to ‘love with heart and soul,and cling to while God let them be together’. Up in the garret,where Jo’s unquiet wanderings ended stood four little wooden chests in a row,each marked with its owners name, and each filled with relics of the childhood and girlhood ended now for all.Jo glanced into them, and when she came to her own, leaned her chin on the edge,and stared absently at the chaotic collection, till a bundle of old exercise books caught her eye.She drew them out, turned them over, and relived that pleasant winter at kind Mrs. Kirke’s.She had smiled at first, then she looked thoughtful, next sad,and when she came to a little message written in the Professor’s hand, her lips began to tremble,the books slid out of her lap, and she sat looking at the friendly words,as they took a new meaning, and touched a tender spot in her heart.
“Wait for me, my friend. I may be a little late, but I shall surely come.”
“Oh, if he only would!So kind, so good, so patient with me always, my dear old Fritz.I didn’t value him half enough when I had him, but now how I should love to see him,for everyone seems going away from me, and I’m all alone.”
And holding the little paper fast, as if it were a promise yet to be fulfilled,Jo laid her head down on a comfortable rag bag, and cried,as if in opposition to the rain pattering on the roof.
Was it all self-pity, loneliness, or low spirits?Or was it the waking up of a sentiment which had bided its time as patiently as its inspirer?Who shall say?
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE SURPRISES
Jo was alone in the twilight, lying on the old sofa, looking at the fire, and thinking.It was her favorite way of spending the hour of dusk. No one disturbed her,and she used to lie there on Beth’s little red pillow, planning stories, dreaming dreams,or thinking tender thoughts of the sister who never seemed far away. Her face looked tired, grave,and rather sad, for tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by,how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have accomplished. Almost twenty-five,and nothing to show for it. Jo was mistaken in that. There was a good deal to show,and by-and-by she saw, and was grateful for it.
“An old maid, that’s what I’m to be. A literary spinster, with a pen for a spouse,a family of stories for children, and twenty years hence a morsel of fame, perhaps, when,like poor Johnson, I’m old and can’t enjoy it, solitary, and can’t share it, independent,and don’t need it. Well, I needn’t be a sour saint nor a selfish sinner, and, I dare say,old maids are very comfortable when they get used to it, but...” and there Jo sighed, as if the prospect was not inviting.
It seldom is, at first, and thirty seems the end of all things to five-and-twenty.But it’s not as bad as it looks, and one can get on quite happily if one has something in one’s self to fall back upon.At twenty-five, girls begin to talk about being old maids,but secretly resolve that they never will be. At thirty they say nothing about it,but quietly accept the fact, and if sensible,console themselves by remembering that they have twenty more useful, happy years,in which they may be learning to grow old gracefully. Don’t laugh at the spinsters, dear girls,for often very tender, tragic romances are hidden away in the hearts that beat so quietly under the sober gowns,and many silent sacrifices of youth, health, ambition, love itself,make the faded faces beautiful in God’s sight. Even the sad,sour sisters should be kindly dealt with, because they have missed the sweetest part of life,if for no other reason. And looking at them with compassion, not contempt,girls in their bloom should remember that they too may miss the blossom time.That rosy cheeks don’t last forever, that silver threads will come in the bonnie brown hair,and that, by-and-by, kindness and respect will be as sweet as love and admiration now.
Gentlemen, which means boys, be courteous to the old maids, no matter how poor and plain and prim,for the only chivalry worth having is that which is the readiest to pay deference to the old,protect the feeble, and serve womankind, regardless of rank, age, or color.Just recollect the good aunts who have not only lectured and fussed, but nursed and petted,too often without thanks, the scrapes they have helped you out of,the tips they have given you from their small store,the stitches the patient old fingers have set for you, the steps the willing old feet have taken,and gratefully pay the dear old ladies the little attentions that women love to receive as long as they live.The bright-eyed girls are quick to see such traits, and will like you all the better for them,and if death, almost the only power that can part mother and son, should rob you of yours,you will be sure to find a tender welcome and maternal cherishing from some Aunt Priscilla,who has kept the warmest corner of her lonely old heart for ‘the best nevvy in the world’.
Jo must have fallen asleep (as I dare say my reader has during this little homily),for suddenly Laurie’s ghost seemed to stand before her, a substantial, lifelike ghost,leaning over her with the very look he used to wear when he felt a good deal and didn’t like to show it. But, like Jenny in the ballad...
“She could not think it he,”
and lay staring up at him in startled silence, till he stooped and kissed her. Then she knew him, and flew up, crying joyfully...
“Oh my Teddy!Oh my Teddy!”
“Dear Jo, you are glad to see me, then?”
“Glad!My blessed boy, words can’t express my gladness. Where’s Amy?”
“Your mother has got her down at Meg’s. We stopped there by the way,and there was no getting my wife out of their clutches.”
“Your what?” cried Jo, for Laurie uttered those two words with an unconscious pride and satisfaction which betrayed him.
“Oh, the dickens!Now I’ve done it,” and he looked so guilty that Jo was down on him like a flash.
“You’ve gone and got married!”
“Yes, please, but I never will again,” and he went down upon his knees,with a penitent clasping of hands, and a face full of mischief, mirth, and triumph.
“Actually married?”
“Very much so, thank you.”
“Mercy on us. What dreadful thing will you do next?” and Jo fell into her seat with a gasp.
“A characteristic, but not exactly complimentary, congratulation,” returned Laurie,still in an abject attitude, but beaming with satisfaction.
“What can you expect, when you take one’s breath away, creeping in like a burglar, and letting cats out of bags like that?Get up, you ridiculous boy, and tell me all about it.”
“Not a word, unless you let me come in my old place, and promise not to barricade.”
Jo laughed at that as she had not done for many a long day, and patted the sofa invitingly,as she said in a cordial tone, “The old pillow is up garret, and we don’t need it now. So, come and ’fess, Teddy.”
“How good it sounds to hear you say ‘Teddy’!No one ever calls me that but you,” and Laurie sat down with an air of great content.
“What does Amy call you?”
“My lord.”
“That’s like her. Well, you look it,” and Jo’s eye plainly betrayed that she found her boy comelier than ever.
The pillow was gone, but there was a barricade, nevertheless, a natural one, raised by time,absence, and change of heart. Both felt it,and for a minute looked at one another as if that invisible barrier cast a little shadow over them.It was gone directly however, for Laurie said, with a vain attempt at dignity...
“Don’t I look like a married man and the head of a family?”
“Not a bit, and you never will. You’ve grown bigger and bonnier,but you are the same scapegrace as ever.”
“Now really, Jo, you ought to treat me with more respect,” began Laurie, who enjoyed it all immensely.
“How can I, when the mere idea of you, married and settled,is so irresistibly funny that I can’t keep sober!” answered Jo, smiling all over her face, so infectiously that they had another laugh,and then settled down for a good talk, quite in the pleasant old fashion.
“It’s no use your going out in the cold to get Amy, for they are all coming up presently.I couldn’t wait. I wanted to be the one to tell you the grand surprise,and have ‘first skim’ as we used to say when we squabbled about the cream.”
“Of course you did, and spoiled your story by beginning at the wrong end. Now, start right,and tell me how it all happened. I’m pining to know.”
“Well, I did it to please Amy,” began Laurie, with a twinkle that made Jo exclaim...
“Fib number one. Amy did it to please you. Go on, and tell the truth, if you can, sir.”
“Now she’s beginning to marm it. Isn’t it jolly to hear her?” said Laurie to the fire, and the fire glowed and sparkled as if it quite agreed.“It’s all the same, you know, she and I being one. We planned to come home with the Carrols,a month or more ago, but they suddenly changed their minds,and decided to pass another winter in Paris. But Grandpa wanted to come home. He went to please me,and I couldn’t let him go alone, neither could I leave Amy, and Mrs.Carrol had got English notions about chaperons and such nonsense,and wouldn’t let Amy come with us. So I just settled the difficulty by saying, ‘Let’s be married, and then we can do as we like’.”
“Of course you did. You always have things to suit you.”
“Not always,” and something in Laurie’s voice made Jo say hastily...
“How did you ever get Aunt to agree?”
“It was hard work, but between us, we talked her over, for we had heaps of good reasons on our side.There wasn’t time to write and ask leave, but you all liked it, had consented to it by-and-by,and it was only ‘taking time by the fetlock’, as my wife says.”
“Aren’t we proud of those two words, and don’t we like to say them?” interrupted Jo, addressing the fire in her turn,and watching with delight the happy light it seemed to kindle in the eyes that had been so tragically gloomy when she saw them last.
“A trifle, perhaps, she’s such a captivating little woman I can’t help being proud of her. Well,then Uncle and Aunt were there to play propriety.We were so absorbed in one another we were of no mortal use apart,and that charming arrangement would make everything easy all round, so we did it.”
“When, where, how?” asked Jo, in a fever of feminine interest and curiosity, for she could not realize it a particle.
“Six weeks ago, at the American consul’s, in Paris, a very quiet wedding of course,for even in our happiness we didn’t forget dear little Beth.”
Jo put her hand in his as he said that, and Laurie gently smoothed the little red pillow, which he remembered well.
“Why didn’t you let us know afterward?” asked Jo, in a quieter tone, when they had sat quite still a minute.
“We wanted to surprise you. We thought we were coming directly home, at first,but the dear old gentleman, as soon as we were married, found he couldn’t be ready under a month,at least, and sent us off to spend our honeymoon wherever we liked.Amy had once called Valrosa a regular honeymoon home, so we went there,and were as happy as people are but once in their lives. My faith!Wasn’t it love among the roses!”
Laurie seemed to forget Jo for a minute, and Jo was glad of it,for the fact that he told her these things so freely and so naturally assured her that he had quite forgiven and forgotten.She tried to draw away her hand, but as if he guessed the thought that prompted the half-involuntary impulse,Laurie held it fast, and said, with a manly gravity she had never seen in him before...
“Jo, dear, I want to say one thing, and then we’ll put it by forever.As I told you in my letter when I wrote that Amy had been so kind to me,I never shall stop loving you, but the love is altered,and I have learned to see that it is better as it is. Amy and you changed places in my heart,that’s all. I think it was meant to be so, and would have come about naturally, if I had waited,as you tried to make me, but I never could be patient, and so I got a heartache. I was a boy then,headstrong and violent, and it took a hard lesson to show me my mistake. For it was one, Jo,as you said, and I found it out, after making a fool of myself. Upon my word,I was so tumbled up in my mind, at one time, that I didn’t know which I loved best, you or Amy,and tried to love you both alike. But I couldn’t, and when I saw her in Switzerland,everything seemed to clear up all at once. You both got into your right places,and I felt sure that it was well off with the old love before it was on with the new,that I could honestly share my heart between sister Jo and wife Amy, and love them dearly.Will you believe it, and go back to the happy old times when we first knew one another?”
“I’ll believe it, with all my heart, but, Teddy, we never can be boy and girl again.The happy old times can’t come back, and we mustn’t expect it. We are man and woman now,with sober work to do, for playtime is over, and we must give up frolicking.I’m sure you feel this. I see the change in you, and you’ll find it in me. I shall miss my boy,but I shall love the man as much, and admire him more,because he means to be what I hoped he would. We can’t be little playmates any longer,but we will be brother and sister, to love and help one another all our lives, won’t we, Laurie?”
He did not say a word, but took the hand she offered him, and laid his face down on it for a minute,feeling that out of the grave of a boyish passion, there had risen a beautiful,strong friendship to bless them both. Presently Jo said cheerfully,for she didn’t want the coming home to be a sad one,“I can’t make it true that you children are really married and going to set up housekeeping. Why,it seems only yesterday that I was buttoning Amy’s pinafore, and pulling your hair when you teased. Mercy me, how time does fly!”
“As one of the children is older than yourself, you needn’t talk so like a grandma.I flatter myself I’m a ‘gentleman growed’ as Peggotty said of David, and when you see Amy,you’ll find her rather a precocious infant,” said Laurie, looking amused at her maternal air.
“You may be a little older in years, but I’m ever so much older in feeling, Teddy. Women always are,and this last year has been such a hard one that I feel forty.”
“Poor Jo!We left you to bear it alone, while we went pleasuring. You are older. Here’s a line,and there’s another. Unless you smile, your eyes look sad, and when I touched the cushion,just now, I found a tear on it. You’ve had a great deal to bear, and had to bear it all alone. What a selfish beast I’ve been!” and Laurie pulled his own hair, with a remorseful look.
But Jo only turned over the traitorous pillow, and answered,in a tone which she tried to make more cheerful, “No, I had Father and Mother to help me,and the dear babies to comfort me, and the thought that you and Amy were safe and happy,to make the troubles here easier to bear. I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it’s good for me, and...”
“You never shall be again,” broke in Laurie, putting his arm about her,as if to fence out every human ill. “Amy and I can’t get on without you,so you must come and teach ‘the children’ to keep house, and go halves in everything,just as we used to do, and let us pet you, and all be blissfully happy and friendly together.”
“If I shouldn’t be in the way, it would be very pleasant. I begin to feel quite young already,for somehow all my troubles seemed to fly away when you came. You always were a comfort, Teddy,” and Jo leaned her head on his shoulder, just as she did years ago,when Beth lay ill and Laurie told her to hold on to him.
He looked down at her, wondering if she remembered the time, but Jo was smiling to herself,as if in truth her troubles had all vanished at his coming.
“You are the same Jo still, dropping tears about one minute, and laughing the next.You look a little wicked now. What is it, Grandma?”
“I was wondering how you and Amy get on together.”
“Like angels!”
“Yes, of course, but which rules?”
“I don’t mind telling you that she does now, at least I let her think so, it pleases her, you know.By-and-by we shall take turns, for marriage, they say,halves one’s rights and doubles one’s duties.”
“You’ll go on as you begin, and Amy will rule you all the days of your life.”
“Well, she does it so imperceptibly that I don’t think I shall mind much.She is the sort of woman who knows how to rule well. In fact, I rather like it,for she winds one round her finger as softly and prettily as a skein of silk,and makes you feel as if she was doing you a favor all the while.”
“That ever I should live to see you a henpecked husband and enjoying it!” cried Jo, with uplifted hands.
It was good to see Laurie square his shoulders, and smile with masculine scorn at that insinuation,as he replied, with his “high and mighty” air, “Amy is too well-bred for that,and I am not the sort of man to submit to it.My wife and I respect ourselves and one another too much ever to tyrannize or quarrel.”
Jo liked that, and thought the new dignity very becoming,but the boy seemed changing very fast into the man, and regret mingled with her pleasure.
“I am sure of that. Amy and you never did quarrel as we used to. She is the sun and I the wind,in the fable, and the sun managed the man best, you remember.”
“She can blow him up as well as shine on him,” laughed Laurie. “Such a lecture as I got at Nice!I give you my word it was a deal worse than any of your scoldings, a regular rouser.I’ll tell you all about it sometime, she never will,because after telling me that she despised and was ashamed of me,she lost her heart to the despicable party and married the good-for-nothing.”
“What baseness!Well, if she abuses you, come to me, and I’ll defend you.”
“I look as if I needed it, don’t I?” said Laurie, getting up and striking an attitude which suddenly changed from the imposing to the rapturous,as Amy’s voice was heard calling, “Where is she?Where’s my dear old Jo?”
In trooped the whole family, and everyone was hugged and kissed all over again,and after several vain attempts, the three wanderers were set down to be looked at and exulted over.Mr. Laurence, hale and hearty as ever, was quite as much improved as the others by his foreign tour,for the crustiness seemed to be nearly gone,and the old-fashioned courtliness had received a polish which made it kindlier than ever.It was good to see him beam at ‘my children’, as he called the young pair.It was better still to see Amy pay him the daughterly duty and affection which completely won his old heart,and best of all, to watch Laurie revolve about the two,as if never tired of enjoying the pretty picture they made.
The minute she put her eyes upon Amy, Meg became conscious that her own dress hadn’t a Parisian air,that young Mrs. Moffat would be entirely eclipsed by young Mrs. Laurence,and that ‘her ladyship’ was altogether a most elegant and graceful woman. Jo thought,as she watched the pair, “How well they look together!I was right, and Laurie has found the beautiful,accomplished girl who will become his home better than clumsy old Jo, and be a pride,not a torment to him.” Mrs. March and her husband smiled and nodded at each other with happy faces,for they saw that their youngest had done well, not only in worldly things,but the better wealth of love, confidence, and happiness.
For Amy’s face was full of the soft brightness which betokens a peaceful heart,her voice had a new tenderness in it, and the cool, prim carriage was changed to a gentle dignity,both womanly and winning. No little affectations marred it,and the cordial sweetness of her manner was more charming than the new beauty or the old grace,for it stamped her at once with the unmistakable sign of the true gentlewoman she had hoped to become.
“Love has done much for our little girl,” said her mother softly.
“She has had a good example before her all her life, my dear,” Mr. March whispered back,with a loving look at the worn face and gray head beside him.
Daisy found it impossible to keep her eyes off her ‘pitty aunty’,but attached herself like a lap dog to the wonderful chatelaine full of delightful charms.Demi paused to consider the new relationship before he compromised himself by the rash acceptance of a bribe,which took the tempting form of a family of wooden bears from Berne.A flank movement produced an unconditional surrender, however, for Laurie knew where to have him.
“Young man, when I first had the honor of making your acquaintance you hit me in the face.Now I demand the satisfaction of a gentleman,” and with that the tall uncle proceeded to toss and tousle the small nephew in a way that damaged his philosophical dignity as much as it delighted his boyish soul.
“Blest if she ain’t in silk from head to foot;ain’t it a relishin’ sight to see her settin’ there as fine as a fiddle,and hear folks calling little Amy ‘Mis. Laurence!’” muttered old Hannah, who could not resist frequent “peeks” through the slide as she set the table in a most decidedly promiscuous manner.
Mercy on us, how they did talk!first one, then the other, then all burst out together—trying to tell the history of three years in half an hour.It was fortunate that tea was at hand, to produce a lull and provide refreshment—for they would have been hoarse and faint if they had gone on much longer.Such a happy procession as filed away into the little dining room!Mr. March proudly escorted Mrs. Laurence. Mrs. March as proudly leaned on the arm of ‘my son’.The old gentleman took Jo, with a whispered, “You must be my girl now,” and a glance at the empty corner by the fire, that made Jo whisper back, “I’ll try to fill her place, sir.”
The twins pranced behind, feeling that the millennium was at hand,for everyone was so busy with the newcomers that they were left to revel at their own sweet will,and you may be sure they made the most of the opportunity. Didn’t they steal sips of tea,stuff gingerbread ad libitum, get a hot biscuit apiece, and as a crowning trespass,didn’t they each whisk a captivating little tart into their tiny pockets,there to stick and crumble treacherously,teaching them that both human nature and a pastry are frail?Burdened with the guilty consciousness of the sequestered tarts,and fearing that Dodo’s sharp eyes would pierce the thin disguise of cambric and merino which hid their booty,the little sinners attached themselves to ‘Dranpa’, who hadn’t his spectacles on. Amy,who was handed about like refreshments, returned to the parlor on Father Laurence’s arm.The others paired off as before, and this arrangement left Jo companionless.She did not mind it at the minute, for she lingered to answer Hannah’s eager inquiry.
“Will Miss Amy ride in her coop (coupe),and use all them lovely silver dishes that’s stored away over yander?”
“Shouldn’t wonder if she drove six white horses, ate off gold plate,and wore diamonds and point lace every day. Teddy thinks nothing too good for her,” returned Jo with infinite satisfaction.
“No more there is!Will you have hash or fishballs for breakfast?” asked Hannah, who wisely mingled poetry and prose.