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23. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
 Like bees swarming after their queen, mother and daughters
 hovered about Mr. March the next day, neglecting everything to
 look at, wait upon, and listen to the new invalid, who was in a
 fair way to be killed by kindness.  As 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 happiness.  But
 something was needed, and the elder ones felt it, though none
 confessed the fact.  Mr. and Mrs. March looked at one another
 with an anxious expression, as their eyes followed Meg.  Jo
 had sudden fits of sobriety, and was seen to shake her fist at
 Mr. Brooke's umbrella, which had been left in the hall.  Meg
 was absent-minded, shy, and silent, started when the bell rang, 
 and colored when John's name was mentioned.  Amy 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 boon.
 And 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 despair. "What does the goose mean?" said Meg, laughing and trying to
 look unconscious. "He's showing you how your John will go on by-and-by. 
 Touchin, isn't it?" answered Jo scornfully. "Don't say my John, it isn't proper or true," but Meg's voice
 lingered over the words as if they sounded pleasant to her.  "Please
 don't plague me, Jo, I've told you I don't care much about him, and
 there isn't to be anything said, but we are all to be friendly, and
 go on as before." |