`` Certainly . Go , dear , I forgot that you have any home but this , '' and Mrs. March pressed the white hand that wore the wedding ring , as if asking pardon for her maternal covetousness . `` I should n't have come over if I could have helped it , but I ca n't get on without my little woman any more than a. . . '' `` Weathercock can without the wind , '' suggested Jo , as he paused for a simile . Jo had grown quite her own saucy self again since Teddy came home . `` 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 XXXXX , what is she going to do ? ''
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