PART 2
36. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
 (continued)
"Dear little bird!  See, Jo, how tame it is.  I like peeps
 better than the gulls.  They are not so wild and handsome, but
 they seem happy, confiding little things.  I 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 theirs.  You are
 the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, 
 flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.  Meg 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
 again.  Dear little girl!  She's so ambitious, but her heart is
 good and tender, and no matter how high she flies, she never
 will forget home.  I 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 her.  I'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 more.  It won't do any good.  I'm
 sure of that.  We won't be miserable, but enjoy being together
 while we wait.  We'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 Beth. 
She was right.  There 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 seeing.  Tired 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 secret.  Her 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. 
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