Маленькие женщины

Under the Umbrella

           Thesightseemedtotouchhimverymuch,forsuddenlystoopingdown,heaskedinatonethatmeantagreatdeal,"Heart’sdearest,whydoyoucry?"

           Now,ifJohadnotbeennewtothissortofthingshewouldhavesaidshewasn’tcrying,hadacoldinherhead,ortoldanyotherfemininefibpropertotheoccasion.Insteadofwhich,thatundignifiedcreatureanswered,withanirrepressiblesob,"Becauseyouaregoingaway."

           "Ach,meinGott,thatissogood!"criedMr.Bhaer,managingtoclasphishandsinspiteoftheumbrellaandthebundles,"Jo,Ihafnothingbutmuchlovetogifyou.Icametoseeifyoucouldcareforit,andIwaitedtobesurethatIwassomethingmorethanafriend.AmI?CanyoumakealittleplaceinyourheartforoldFritz?"headded,allinonebreath.

           "Oh,yes!"saidJo,andhewasquitesatisfied,forshefoldedbothhandsoverhisarm,andlookedupathimwithanexpressionthatplainlyshowedhowhappyshewouldbetowalkthroughlifebesidehim,eventhoughshehadnobettershelterthantheoldumbrella,ifhecarriedit.

           Itwascertainlyproposingunderdifficulties,forevenifhehaddesiredtodoso,Mr.Bhaercouldnotgodownuponhisknees,onaccountofthemud.NeithercouldheofferJohishand,exceptfiguratively,forbothwerefull.Muchlesscouldheindulgeintenderremonstrationsintheopenstreet,thoughhewasnearit.

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