She sent loving messages to Amy , bade them tell her mother that she would write soon , and often begged for pencil and paper to try to say a word , that Father might not think she had neglected him . But soon even these intervals of consciousness ended , and she lay hour after hour , tossing to and fro , with incoherent words on her lips , or sank into a heavy sleep which brought her no refreshment . Dr. Bangs came twice a day , Hannah sat up at night , Meg kept a telegram in her desk all ready to send off at any minute , and Jo never stirred from Beth 's side . The first of December was a wintry day indeed to them , for a bitter wind blew , snow fell fast , and the year seemed getting ready for its death . When Dr. Bangs came that morning , he looked long at Beth , held the hot hand in both his own for a minute , and laid it gently down , saying , in a low voice to Hannah , `` If Mrs. March can leave her husband she 'd better be sent for . '' Hannah nodded without speaking , for her lips twitched nervously , Meg dropped down into a chair as the strength seemed to go out of her limbs at the sound of those words , and Jo , standing with a pale face for a minute , ran to the parlor , snatched up the telegram , and throwing on her things , rushed out into the storm . She was soon back , and while noiselessly taking off her cloak , Laurie came in with a letter , saying that Mr. March was mending again . Jo read it thankfully , but the heavy weight did not seem lifted off her heart , and her face was so full of misery that Laurie asked quickly , `` What is it ? Is Beth worse ? '' `` I 've sent for Mother , '' said Jo , tugging at her rubber boots with a tragic expression . `` Good for you , Jo ! Did you do it on your own responsibility ? '' asked Laurie , as he seated her in the hall chair and took off the rebellious boots , seeing how her hands shook . `` No . The doctor told us to . '' `` Oh , Jo , it 's not so bad as that ? '' cried Laurie , with a startled face . `` Yes , it is . She does n't know us , she does n't even talk about the flocks of green doves , as she calls the vine leaves on the wall . She does n't look like my Beth , and there 's nobody to help us bear it .
XXXXX and father both gone , and God seems so far away I ca n't find Him . ''
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