When this excitement was over , Beth waited to see what would happen . All day passed and a part of the next before any acknowledgement arrived , and she was beginning to fear she had offended her crochety friend . On the afternoon of the second day , she went out to do an errand , and give poor Joanna , the invalid doll , her daily exercise . As she came up the street , on her return , she saw three , yes , four heads popping in and out of the parlor windows , and the moment they saw her , several hands were waved , and several joyful voices screamed ... `` Here 's a letter from the old gentleman ! Come quick , and read it ! '' `` Oh , Beth , he 's sent you ... '' began Amy , gesticulating with unseemly energy , but she got no further , for Jo quenched her by slamming down the window . Beth hurried on in a flutter of suspense . At the door her sisters seized and bore her to the parlor in a triumphal procession , all pointing and all saying at once , `` Look there ! Look there ! '' Beth did look , and turned pale with delight and surprise , for there stood a little cabinet piano , with a letter lying on the glossy lid , directed like a sign board to `` Miss Elizabeth March . '' `` For me ? '' gasped Beth , holding onto Jo and feeling as if she should tumble down , it was such an overwhelming thing altogether . `` Yes , all for you , my precious ! Is n't it splendid of him ? Do n't you think he 's the dearest old man in the world ? Here 's the key in the letter . We did n't open it , but we are dying to know what he says , '' cried Jo , hugging her sister and offering the note . `` You read it ! I ca n't , I feel so queer ! Oh , it is too lovely ! ''
and XXXXX hid her face in Jo 's apron , quite upset by her present .
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