`` Exactly , for Amy keeps me pointing due west most of the time , with only an occasional whiffle round to the south , and I have n't had an easterly spell since I was married . Do n't know anything about the north , but am altogether salubrious and balmy , hey , my lady ? '' `` Lovely weather so far . I do n't know how long it will last , but I 'm not afraid of storms , for I 'm learning how to sail my ship . Come home , dear , and I 'll find your bootjack . I suppose that 's what you are rummaging after among my things . Men are so helpless , Mother , '' said Amy , with a matronly air , which delighted her husband . `` What are you going to do with yourselves after you get settled ? '' asked Jo , buttoning Amy 's cloak as she used to button her pinafores . `` We have our plans . We do n't mean to say much about them yet , because we are such very new brooms , but we do n't intend to be idle . I 'm going into business with a devotion that shall delight Grandfather , and prove to him that I 'm not spoiled . I need something of the sort to keep me steady . I 'm tired of dawdling , and mean to work like a man . '' `` And Amy , what is she going to do ? '' asked Mrs. March , well pleased at Laurie 's decision and the energy with which he spoke . `` After doing the civil all round , and airing our best bonnet , we shall astonish you by the elegant hospitalities of our mansion , the brilliant society we shall draw about us , and the beneficial influence we shall exert over the world at large . That 's about it , is n't it , Madame Recamier ? '' asked Laurie with a quizzical look at Amy . `` Time will show .
Come away , Impertinence , and do n't shock my family by calling me names before their faces , '' answered XXXXX , resolving that there should be a home with a good wife in it before she set up a salon as a queen of society .
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