Hannah is a perfect saint . She does not scold at all , and always calls me Miss Margaret , which is quite proper , you know , and treats me with respect . We are all well and busy , but we long , day and night , to have you back . Give my dearest love to Father , and believe me , ever your own ... MEG This note , prettily written on scented paper , was a great contrast to the next , which was scribbled on a big sheet of thin foreign paper , ornamented with blots and all manner of flourishes and curly-tailed letters . My precious Marmee : Three cheers for dear Father ! Brooke was a trump to telegraph right off , and let us know the minute he was better . I rushed up garret when the letter came , and tried to thank god for being so good to us , but I could only cry , and say , `` I 'm glad ! I 'm glad ! '' Did n't that do as well as a regular prayer ? For I felt a great many in my heart . We have such funny times , and now I can enjoy them , for everyone is so desperately good , it 's like living in a nest of turtledoves . You 'd laugh to see Meg head the table and try to be motherish . She gets prettier every day , and I 'm in love with her sometimes . The children are regular archangels , and I -- well , I 'm Jo , and never shall be anything else . Oh , I must tell you that I came near having a quarrel with Laurie . I freed my mind about a silly little thing , and he was offended . I was right , but did n't speak as I ought , and he marched home , saying he would n't come again till I begged pardon . I declared I would n't and got mad . It lasted all day . I felt bad and wanted you very much .
XXXXX and I are both so proud , it 's hard to beg pardon .
Brooke Father Jo Laurie Meg day garret night right turtledoves