Маленькие женщины

A Telegram

           "TheLordkeepthedearman!Iwon’twastenotimea-cryin’,butgityourthingsreadyrightaway,mum,"shesaidheartily,asshewipedherfaceonherapron,gavehermistressawarmshakeofthehandwithherownhardone,andwentawaytoworklikethreewomeninone.

           "She’sright,there’snotimefortearsnow.Becalm,girls,andletmethink."

           Theytriedtobecalm,poorthings,astheirmothersatup,lookingpalebutsteady,andputawayhergrieftothinkandplanforthem.

           "Where’sLaurie?"sheaskedpresently,whenshehadcollectedherthoughtsanddecidedonthefirstdutiestobedone.

           "Here,ma’am.Oh,letmedosomething!"criedtheboy,hurryingfromthenextroomwhitherhehadwithdrawn,feelingthattheirfirstsorrowwastoosacredforevenhisfriendlyeyestosee.

           "SendatelegramsayingIwillcomeatonce.Thenexttraingoesearlyinthemorning.I’lltakethat."

           "Whatelse?Thehorsesareready.Icangoanywhere,doanything,"hesaid,lookingreadytoflytotheendsoftheearth.

           "LeaveanoteatAuntMarch’s.Jo,givemethatpenandpaper."

           Tearingofftheblanksideofoneofhernewlycopiedpages,Jodrewthetablebeforehermother,wellknowingthatmoneyforthelong,sadjourneymustbeborrowed,andfeelingasifshecoulddoanythingtoaddalittletothesumforherfather.

           "Nowgo,dear,butdon’tkillyourselfdrivingatadesperatepace.Thereisnoneedofthat."

           Mrs.

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