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"Amy sent home news from Paris. Laurie had found the woman to whom he could be the gallant captain. Amy and Laurie were to be married. Perhaps as a comfort in my loneliness, I picked up my pen and wrote a story about my Beth whose self-forgetfulness had made her life so beautiful. Newspapers copied it, magazines printed it, and I understood at last the power of goodness and truth that goes straight to the hearts of those who read it. Then one day, the letter came that my heart, unknowlingly, longed for. Friedrick had read my story and sent this note: 'Wait for me, my friend. I may be a little late, but I shall surely come.' And in my loneliness and hope, I wept." |
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| "This is the ghost of Laurie Laurence." |
"Jo, I want to say one thing, and then we'll put it by forever. I never shall stop loving you, but the love is altered. Amy and you changed places in my heart. And I know now it was meant to be so." |
"Well, what do you think of your little sister? And married!" |
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"Oh, Amy, how elegant and grown up you are, and look at that happy face." |
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"My sister has just returned from Europe after three years and we're all so happy." |
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"And this is my boy, Laurie." |
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| "Friedrick, please don't go. You don't understand. Laurie is married to my sister, Amy." |
"Ah! Thou gifest me such hope and courage and I haf nothing to gif back but a full heart and these empty hands." |
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"Not empty now. Welcome home!" |
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| "My happiness was crowned with that kiss and though it came in such a simple guise, it was the first moment of our life together. Turning from the night and storm and loneliness to the light and warmth of home waiting to receive us, I led my lover in... and shut the door." |
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