Meg has John and the babies to comfort her, but...
Meg has John and the babies to comfort her, but you must stand by Father and Mother, won't you Jo?"
"If I canBut, Beth, I don't give up yetI'm going to believe that it is a sick fancy, and not let you think it's true said Jo, trying to speak cheerfully
Beth lay a minute thinking, and then said in her quiet way, "I don't know how to express myself, and shouldn't try to anyone but you, because I can't speak out except to my JoI only mean to say that I have a feeling that it never was intended I should live longI'm not like the rest of youI never made any plans about what I'd do when I grew upI never thought of being married, as you all didI couldn't seem to imagine myself anything but stupid little Beth, trotting about at home, of no use anywhere but thereI never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you allI'm not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven
Jo could not speak, and for several minutes there was no sound but the sigh of the wind and the lapping of the tideA white-winged gull flew by, with the flash of sunshine on its silvery breastBeth watched it till it vanished, and her eyes were full of sadnessA little gray-coated sand bird came tripping over the gucci twirl watch beach `peeping' softly to itself, as if enjoying the sun and seaIt came quite close to Beth, and looked at her with a friendly eye and sat upon a warm stone, dressing its wet feathers, quite at homeBeth smiled and felt comforted, for the tiny thing seemed to offer its small friendship and remind her that a pleasant world was still to be enjoyed
"Dear little bird! See, Jo, how tame it isI like peeps better than the gullsThey are not so wild and handsome, but they seem happy, confiding little thingsI used to call them my birds last summer, and Mother said they reminded her of me --busy, quaker-colored creatures, always near the shore, and always chirping that contented little song of theirsYou are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all aloneMeg is the turtledove, and Amy is like the lark she write about, trying to get up among the clouds, but always dropping down into its nest againDear little girl! She's so ambitious, but her heart is good and tender, and no matter how high she flies, she never will forget homeI hope I shall see her again, but she seems so far away
"She is coming in the spring, and I mean that you shall be all ready to see and enjoy roxanne mulberry herI'm going to have you well and rosy by that time began Jo, feeling that of all the changes in Beth, the talking change was the greatest, for it seemed to cost no effort now, and she thought aloud in a way quite unlike bashful Beth
"Jo, dear, don't hope any moreIt won't do any goodWe won't be miserable, but enjoy being together while we waitWe'll have happy times, for I don't suffer much, and I think the tide will go out easily, if you help me
Jo leaned down to kiss the tranquil face, and with that silent kiss, she dedicated herself soul and body to BethThere was no need of any words when they got home, for Father and Mother saw plainly now what they had prayed to be saved from seeingTired with her short journey, Beth went at once to bed, saying how glad she was to be home, and when Jo went down, she found that she would be spared the hard task of telling Beth's secretHer father stood leaning his head on the mantelpiece and did not turn as she came in, but her mother stretched out her arms as if for help, and Jo went to comfort her without a word
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN


At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the fashionable world at Nice may be seen on the Promenade des Anglais--a charming place, for the wide rolex vintage women's watch walk, bordered with palms, flowers, and tropical shrubs, is bounded on one side by the sea, on the other by the grand drive, lined with hotels and villas, while beyond lie orange orchards and the hillsMany nations are represented, many languages spoken, many costumes worn, and on a sunny day the spectacle is as gay and brilliant as a carnivalHaughty English, lively French, sober Germans, handsome Spaniards, ugly Russians, meek Jews, free-and-easy Americans, all drive, sit, or saunter here, chatting over the news, and criticzing the latest celebrity who has arrived--Ristori or Dickens, Victor Emmanuel or the Queen of the Sandwich IslandsThe equipages are as varied as the company and attract as much attention, especially the low basket barouches in which ladies drive themselves, with a pair of dashing ponies, gay nets to keep their voluminous flounces from overflowing the diminutive vehicles, and little grooms on the perch behind
Along this walk, on Christmas Day, a tall young man walked slowly, with his hands behind him, and a somewhat absent expression of countenanceHe looked like an Italian, was dressed like an Englishman, and had the independent air of an American--a combination which caused sundry pairs of louis vuitton neo cabby feminine eyes to look approvingly after him, and sundry dandies in black velvet suits, with rose-colored neckties, buff gloves, and orange flowers in their buttonholes, to shrug their shoulders, and then envy him his inchesThere were plenty of pretty faces to admire, but the young man took little notice of them, except to glance now and then at some blonde girl in bluePresently he strolled out of the promenade and stood a moment at the crossing, as if undecided whether to go and listen to the band in the Jardin Publique, or to wander along the beach toward Castle HillThe quick trot of ponies feet made him look up, as one of the little carriages, containing a single young lady, came rapidly down the streetThe lady was young, blonde, and dressed in blueHe stared a minute, then his whole face woke up, and, waving his hat like a boy, he hurried forward to meet her
"Oh, Laurie, is it really you? I thought you'd never come!" cried Amy, dropping the reins and holding out both hands, to the great scandalization of a French mamma, who hastened her daughter's steps, lest she should be demoralized by beholding the free manners of these `mad English'
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