Little Women - 912 Freedom Library

Little WomenCHAPTER TWENTYI don’t think I have any words in which to tell themeeting of the mother and daughters. Such hours arebeautiful to live, but very hard to describe, so I will leaveit to the imagination of my readers, merely saying that thehouse was full of genuine happiness, and that Meg’s tenderhope was realized, for when Beth woke from that long,healing sleep, the first objects on which her eyes fell werethe little rose and Mother’s face. Too weak to wonder atanything, she only smiled and nestled close in the lovingarms about her, feeling that the hungry longing wassatisfied at last. Then she slept again, and the girls waitedupon their mother, for she would not unclasp the thinhand which clung to hers even in sleep.Hannah had ‘dished up’ and astonishing breakfast forthe traveler, finding it impossible to vent her excitementin any other way, and Meg and Jo fed their mother likedutiful young storks, while they listened to her whisperedaccount of Father’s state, Mr. Brooke’s promise to stay andnurse him, the delays which the storm occasioned on thehomeward journey, and the unspeakable comfort Laurie’s349 of 861