Capitolo 21
they had ever been small Amy and rebellious Jo.
'Doesn't suggest that we am old increasing, my God. We only have
in bloom; and a very beautiful bouquet that we do with our gems around us,'
Answered Mrs Amy, shaking a lot out the folds of his/her rosy muslin with
the air of the satisfaction greediness that the girl showed in a new suit.
'Don't mention our thorns and dead leaves', added Jo, with a sigh;
for the life you/he/she had never been very easy to her, and she even now had him
troubles both among and without.
'Comes and has a dish of tea, old expensive, and he/she sees that that the young people
it is around. You are tired, and he/she want to have been with pitchers and
comforted with apples"', said Laurie, proposing an arm to every sister,
and conducting them street to tea in the afternoon on which freely flowed as
Parnassus as the nectar of old man.
They found Meg in to pass him summer-parlour, an airy and delicious room,
full time of light of the sun in the afternoon and the rustle of trees; for the three
long windows opened on the garden. The great music-room was to that
ends, and to the other, curtains redden in a suspended deep alcove with, a
the small shrine of family had been made. Three portraits hung there,
two busts of marble were standing in the angles and a couch, an oval table,
with his/her urn of flowers, it was the only articles of furniture the nook
contained. The busts were John Brooke and Beth--the job of Amy--both
excellent likenesses and both full of the placid beauty that always
you recall the motto that 'Clay represents the life; you plaster, death;
you marble, the immortality.' On the right, as it became the founder of the
hotels, hung the portrait of Mr Laurence, with its expression of
the mixed pride and the benevolence as coolness and attractive as when him
picked up the girl Jo that admires him. Opposite it was Aunt March--a legacy to
Amy--in an imposing turban, immense sleeves and long handle grips
decently it crossed on her forehead plum-coloured dressed of satin. Time