1 Here's a note to you, Meg, all sealed up.
2 "Here I am, bag and baggage," she said briskly.
3 "Here's a lovely flock of lambs all lying down," says Amy.
4 Here's Meg married and a mamma, Amy flourishing away at Paris, and Beth in love.
5 Here Meg's partner appeared, to find her looking much flushed and rather agitated.
6 Dearest People, Here I really sit at a front window of the Bath Hotel, Piccadilly.
7 Here an ancient monastery, whence the solemn chanting of the monks came down to them.
8 Here was the task, not what she had expected, but better because self had no part in it.
9 Here he rose, as if going, and Beth made up her mind to speak, for that last arrangement left nothing to be desired.
10 Here the clock struck twelve, and both forgot themselves in watching Beth, for they fancied a change passed over her wan face.
11 Here a little hand slipped into his, and Beth looked up at him with a face full of gratitude, as she said, in her earnest yet timid way.
12 Here was another fine chance to make the crushing speech and the stately exit, but Meg never thought of doing either, and disgraced herself forever in Jo's eyes by meekly whispering, "Yes, John," and hiding her face on Mr. Brooke's waistcoat.
13 You have only to wait, I am to do the work," said John beginning his labors 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.
14 Here, cherished like a household saint in its shrine, sat Beth, tranquil and busy as ever, for nothing could change the sweet, unselfish nature, and even while preparing to leave life, she tried to make it happier for those who should remain behind.
15 Here she succeeded better, for she was one of those happily created beings who please without effort, make friends everywhere, and take life so gracefully and easily that less fortunate souls are tempted to believe that such are born under a lucky star.
16 Here the lecture began, but Jo heard very little of it, for while Professor Sands was prosing away about Belzoni, Cheops, scarabei, and hieroglyphics, she was covertly taking down the address of the paper, and boldly resolving to try for the hundred-dollar prize offered in its columns for a sensational story.
17 Here Meg meant to have a fountain, shrubbery, and a profusion of lovely flowers, though just at present the fountain was represented by a weather-beaten urn, very like a dilapidated slopbowl, the shrubbery consisted of several young larches, undecided whether to live or die, and the profusion of flowers was merely hinted by regiments of sticks to show where seeds were planted.
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