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All Alone

           

           "Thereistruthinit,Jo,that’sthesecret.Humorandpathosmakeitalive,andyouhavefoundyourstyleatlast.Youwrotewithnothoughtsoffameandmoney,andputyourheartintoit,mydaughter.Youhavehadthebitter,nowcomesthesweet.Doyourbest,andgrowashappyasweareinyoursuccess."

           "IfthereisanythinggoodortrueinwhatIwrite,itisn’tmine.IoweitalltoyouandMotherandBeth,"saidJo,moretouchedbyherfather’swordsthanbyanyamountofpraisefromtheworld.

           Sotaughtbyloveandsorrow,Jowroteherlittlestories,andsentthemawaytomakefriendsforthemselvesandher,findingitaverycharitableworldtosuchhumblewanderers,fortheywerekindlywelcomed,andsenthomecomfortabletokenstotheirmother,likedutifulchildrenwhomgoodfortuneovertakes.

           WhenAmyandLauriewroteoftheirengagement,Mrs.MarchfearedthatJowouldfinditdifficulttorejoiceoverit,butherfearsweresoonsetatrest,forthoughJolookedgraveatfirst,shetookitveryquietly,andwasfullofhopesandplansfor‘thechildren’beforeshereadthelettertwice.Itwasasortofwrittenduet,whereineachglorifiedtheotherinloverlikefashion,verypleasanttoreadandsatisfactorytothinkof,fornoonehadanyobjectiontomake.

           "Youlikeit,Mother?"saidJo,astheylaiddownthecloselywrittensheetsandlookedatoneanother.

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