"Rather a rough road for you to travel, my little pilgrims, especially the latter part of itBut you have got on bravely, and I think the burdens are in a fair way to tumble off very soon," said MrMarch, looking with fatherly satisfaction at the four young faces gathered round him
"How do you know? Did Mother tell you?' asked JoStraws show which way the wind blows, and I've made several discoveries today
"Oh, tell us what they are!" cried Meg, who sat beside him And taking up the hand which lay on the arm of his chair, he pointed to the roughened forefinger, a burn on the back, and two or three little hard spots on the palm"I remember a time when this hand was white and smooth, and your first care was to keep it soIt was very pretty then, but to me it is much prettier now, for in this seeming blemishes I read a little historyA burnt offering has been made to vanity, this hardened palm has earned something better than blisters, and I'm sure the sewing done by these pricked fingers will last a long time, so much good will went into the stitchesMeg, my dear, I value the womanly skill which keeps home happy more than white hands or fashionable accomplishmentsI'm proud to shake this good, industrious little hand, and hope I shall not soon be asked to give it away
If Meg had wanted a http://www.culuxury.com/category_27_Chanel-Watches_1.html" target="_blank reward for hours of patient labor, she received it in the hearty pressure of her father's hand and the approving smile he gave her
"What about Jo? Please say something nice, for she has tried so hard and been so very, very good to me," said Beth in her father's ear
He laughed and looked across at the tall girl who sat opposite, with and unusually mild expression in her face
"In spite of the curly crop, I don't see the `son Jo' whom I left a year ago," said Mr"I see a young lady who pins her collar straight, laces her boots neatly, and neither whistles, talks slang, nor lies on the rug as she used to doHer face is rather thin and pale just now, with watching and anxiety, but I like to look at it, for it has grown gentler, and her voice is lowerShe doesn't bounce, but moves quietly, and takes care of a certain little person in a motherly way which delights meI rather miss my wild girl, but if I get a strong, helpful, tenderhearted woman in her place, I shall feel quite satisfiedI don't know whether the shearing sobered our black sheep, but I do know that in all Washington I couldn't find anything beautiful enough to be bought with the five-and-twenty dollars my good girl sent me
Jo's keen eyes were rather dim for a minute, and her thin face grew rosy in the firelight as she received her http://www.culuxury.com/scategory_2_Chanel.html" target="_blank father's praise, feeling that she did deserve a portion of it
"Now, Beth," said Amy, longing for her turn, but ready to wait
"There's so little of her, I'm afraid to say much, for fear she will slip away altogether, though she is not so shy as she used to be," began their father cheerfullyBut recollecting how nearly he had lost her, he held her close, saying tenderly, with her cheek against his own, "I've got you safe, my Beth, and I'll keep you so, please God
After a minute's silence, he looked down at Amy, who sat on the cricket at his feet, and said, with a caress of the shining hair
"I observed that Amy took drumsticks at dinner, ran errands for her mother all the afternoon, gave Meg her place tonight, and has waited on every on with patience and good humorI also observe that she does not fret much nor look in the glass, and has not even mentioned a very pretty ring which she wears, so I conclude that she has learned to think of other people more and of herself less, and has decided to try and mold her character as carefully as she molds her little clay figuresI am glad of this, for though I should be very proud of a graceful statue made by her, I shall be infinitely prouder of a lovable daughter with a talent for making life beautiful to herself and others
"What are you thinking http://www.enluxury.com/product_556_Balenciaga-Dark-Brown-Magenta-Motorcycle-Bag-Large-Size.html" target="_blank of, Beth?" asked Jo, when Amy had thanked her father and told about her ring
"I read in PILGRIM'S PROGRESS today how, after many troubles, christian and Hopeful came to a pleasant green meadow where lilies bloomed all year round, and there they rested happily, as we do now, before they went on to their journey's end," answered Beth, adding, as she slipped out of her father's arms and went to the instrument, "It's singing time now, and I want to be in my old placeI'll try to sing the song of the shepherd boy which the Pilgrims heardI made the music for Father, because he likes the verses
So, sitting at the dear little piano, Beth softly touched the keys, and in the sweet voice they had never thought to hear again, sang to her own accompaniment the quaint hymn, which was a singularly fitting song for her
He that is down need fear no fall,
He that is low no pride
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide
I am content with what I have,
Little be it, or much
And, Lord! Contentment still I crave,
Because Thou savest such
Fulness to them a burden is,
That go on pilgrimage
Here little, and hereafter bliss,
Is best from age to age!
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Like bees swarming after their queen, mother and daughters hovered about MrMarch the next day, neglecting http://www.culuxury.com/search_0_0_0_quilted white _1.html" target="_blank everything to look at, wait upon, and listen to the new invalid, who was in a fair way to be killed by kindnessAs he sat propped up in a big chair by Beth's sofa, with the other three close by, and Hannah popping in her head now and then `to peek at the dear man', nothing seemed needed to complete their happinessBut something was needed, and the elder ones felt it, though none confessed the factMarch looked at one another with an anxious expression, as their eyes followed MegJo had sudden fits of sobriety, and was seen to shake her fist at MrBrooke's umbrella, which had been left in the hallMeg was absent-minded, shy, and silent, started when the bell rang, and colored when John's name was mentionedAmy said, "Everyone seemed waiting for something, and couldn't settle down, which was queer, since Father was safe at home," and Beth innocently wondered why their neighbors didn't run over as usual
Laurie went by in the afternoon, and seeing Meg at the window, seemed suddenly possessed with a melodramatic fit, for he fell down on one knee in the snow, beat his breast, tore his hair, and clasped his hands imploringly, as if begging some boonAnd when Meg told him to behave himself and go away, he wrung imaginary tears out of his handkerchief, and staggered round the corner as if in utter http://www.naluxury.com/categorys_9_Monogram-Mini-Lin_1.html" target="_blank despair