The Night of the Sisters

All day, jo and meg hovered over her, watching, waiting, hoping and trusting in god and mother. The doctor had been in to say that some change for better or worse would probably take place about midnight. Hannah, quite worn out, lay down on the sofa at the bed's foot and fell fast asleep. Mister lawrence marched to fro in the parlour, feeling that he would rather face a rebel battery than missus March’s countenance as she entered. Laurie lay on the rug, pretending to rest, but staring into the fire with a thoughtful look which made his black eyes beautifully soft and clear. If god spares beth, i never will complain