Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
¡¡¡¡`Hope the next will end better,' muttered Jo, who found it very hard to see Meg absorbed in a stranger before her face; for Jo loved a few persons very dearly, and dreaded to have their affection lost or lessened in any way. ¡¡¡¡`I hope the third year from this will end better; I mean it shall, if I live to work out my plans,' said Mr. Brooke, smiling at Meg, as if everything had become possible to him now. ¡¡¡¡`Doesn't it seem very long to wait?' asked Amy, who was in a hurry for the wedding. ¡¡¡¡`I've got so much to learn before I shall be ready, it seems a short time to me,' answered Meg,
with a sweet gravity in her face, never seen there before. ¡¡¡¡`You have only to wait; I have to do the work,' said John, beginning his labours by picking up Meg's napkin, with an expression which caused Jo to shake her head, and then say to herself, with an air of relief, as the front door banged, `Here comes Laurie. Now we shall have a little sensible conversation.' But Jo was mistaken; for Laurie came prancing in flowing with spirits, bearing a great bridal-looking bouquet for "Mrs. John Brooke", and evidently labouring under the delusion that the whole affair had been brought about by his excellent management. `I knew Brooke would have it all his own way, he always does; for when he makes up his mind to accomplish anything, it's done, though the sky falls,' said Laurie, when he had presented his offering and his congratulations.