21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
"Nothing but wait. Let her alone, be kind and patient, and
Father's coming will settle everything," replied her mother.
"Here's a note to you, Meg, all sealed up. How odd! Teddy
never seals mine," said Jo next day, as she distributed the
contents of the little post office.
Mrs. March and Jo were deep in their own affairs, when a
sound from Meg made them look up to see her staring at her
note with a frightened face.
"My child, what is it?" cried her mother, running to her,
while Jo tried to take the paper which had done the mischief.
"It's all a mistake, he didn't send it. Oh, Jo, how could
you do it?" and Meg hid her face in her hands, crying as if her
heart were quite broken.
"Me! I've done nothing! What's she talking about?" cried
Meg's mild eyes kindled with anger as she pulled a crumpled
note from her pocket and threw it at Jo, saying reproachfully,
"You wrote it, and that bad boy helped you. How could you be
so rude, so mean, and cruel to us both?"
Jo hardly heard her, for she and her mother were reading the
note, which was written in a peculiar hand.
"My Dearest Margaret,
"I can no longer restrain my passion, and must know my fate
before I return. I dare not tell your parents yet, but I think
they would consent if they knew that we adored one another. Mr.
Laurence will help me to some good place, and then, my sweet
girl, you will make me happy. I implore you to say nothing to
your family yet, but to send one word of hope through Laurie to,
"Your devoted John."
"Oh, the little villain! That's the way he meant to pay me
for keeping my word to Mother. I'll give him a hearty scolding
and bring him over to beg pardon," cried Jo, burning to execute
immediate justice. But her mother held her back, saying, with
a look she seldom wore...