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Why should she rise and light the lamp? If he did not come, what matter if she sat in darkness and pain for ever? And the long summer evening did in truth become night. The street grew yet more quiet. She saw the moon, very clear and beautiful. There sounded a loud double-knock at the street door. She sprang up and stood listening. It was a visitor to the Emersons.

"It is too far out of town for the young gentleman, and his father's rheumatism has come on, so he can't stop on alone, so they are trying to let furnished," was the answer. "They have gone, then?" "Yes, miss, they have gone." Lucy sank back. The carriage stopped at the Rectory. She got out to call for Miss Bartlett. So the Emersons had gone, and all this bother about Greece had been unnecessary.

I believe you keep up with Miss Lavish. It is odd how we of that pension, who seemed such a fortuitous collection, have been working into one another's lives. Two, three, four, six of us no, eight; I had forgotten the Emersons have kept more or less in touch. We must really give the Signora a testimonial."

When she exclaimed, "But Cecil's Emersons they can't possibly be the same ones there is that " he did not consider that the exclamation was strange, but saw in it an opportunity of diverting the conversation while she recovered her composure. He diverted it as follows: "The Emersons who were at Florence, do you mean? No, I don't suppose it will prove to be them.

Lucy faced the situation bravely, though, like most of us, she only faced the situation that encompassed her. She never gazed inwards. If at times strange images rose from the depths, she put them down to nerves. When Cecil brought the Emersons to Summer Street, it had upset her nerves. Charlotte would burnish up past foolishness, and this might upset her nerves. She was nervous at night.

"Come in and see how your grandson's pupils are progressing." The Emersons were eager to accept the invitation. "Here is the plan we've used in laying out the beds," explained Mr. Wheeler, showing them a copy of a Bulletin issued by the Department of Agriculture. "Roger and I studied over it a long time and we came to the conclusion that we couldn't better this.

Louisa wore short dresses, and used to pick wild blackberries and sell them to the Emersons and get goodly reward in silver, and kindly smiles, and pats on her brown head by the hand that wrote "Compensation." Alcott was a great, honest, sincere soul, and a true anarch, for he took his own wherever he saw it.

Here the happy girlish life was passed which is so charmingly depicted in "Little Women," and here at the age of sixteen, Louisa wrote, for the entertainment of the little Alcotts and Emersons, a series of pretty fairy tales, still to be read in the second volume of Lulu's Library.

Una and Julian went to the Emersons' in the evening. Read again "Leamington Spa." Inimitable, fascinating. Thanksgiving Day. We invited Ellery Channing, but he could not come. Julian and I went to Boston. When I came home I found my husband looking very ill. Julian has gone on a visit to the Fields's. My husband quite ill. Everything seems sad, when he is ill. I sewed all day.

I have said both to her and Cecil that I met the Emersons at Florence, and that they are respectable people which I do think and the reason that he offered Miss Lavish no tea was probably that he had none himself. She should have tried at the Rectory. I cannot begin making a fuss at this stage. You must see that it would be too absurd.

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