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 Beth hid her face in Jo 's apron , quite upset by her present . Jo opened the paper and began to laugh , for the first words she saw were ... `` Miss March : `` Dear Madam -- '' `` How nice it sounds ! I wish someone would write to me so ! '' said Amy , who thought the old-fashioned address very elegant . '' '
I have had many pairs of slippers in my life , but I never had any that suited me so well as yours , ' '' continues XXXXX . ''
Amy Beth Elizabeth Jo first key paper procession surprise window