Little Women - Chapter 19

While these things were happening at home, Amy was having hard times at Aunt March's. She felt her exile deeply, and for the first time in her life, realized how much she was beloved and petted at home. Aunt March never petted any one; she did not approve of it, but she meant to be kind, for the well-behaved little girl pleased her very much, and Aunt March had a soft place in her old heart for her nephew's children, though she didn't think it proper to confess it. She really did her best to make Amy happy, but, dear me, what mistakes she made. Some old people keep young at heart in spite of wrinkles and gray hairs, can sympathize with children's little cares and joys, make them feel at home, and can hide wise lessons under pleasant plays, giving and receiving friendship in the sweetest way. But Aunt March had not this gift, and she worried Amy very much with her rules and orders, her prim¹ ways, and long, prosy talks. Finding the child more docile² and amiable³ than her sister, the old lady felt it her duty to try and counteract⁴, as far as possible, the bad effects of home freedom and indulgence. So she took Amy by the hand, and taught her as she herself had been taught sixty years ago, a process which carried dismay to Amy's soul, and made her feel like a fly in the web of a very strict spider.

 

She had to wash the cups every morning, and polish up the old-fashioned spoons, the fat silver teapot, and the glasses till they shone. Then she must dust the room, and what a trying job that was. Not a speck⁵ escaped Aunt March's eye, and all the furniture had claw legs and much carving⁶, which was never dusted to suit. Then Polly had to be fed, the lap dog combed, and a dozen trips upstairs and down to get things or deliver orders, for the old lady was very lame⁷ and seldom left her big chair. After these tiresome⁸ labors⁹, she must do her lessons, which was a daily trial of every virtue¹⁰ she possessed¹¹. Then she was allowed one hour for exercise or play, and didn't she enjoy it?

 

Laurie came every day, and wheedled¹² Aunt March till Amy was allowed to go out with him, when they walked and rode and had capital times. After dinner, she had to read aloud, and sit still while the old lady slept, which she usually did for an hour, as she dropped off over the first page. Then patchwork¹³ or towels appeared, and Amy sewed with outward meekness¹⁴ and inward rebellion till dusk, when she was allowed to amuse herself as she liked till teatime. The evenings were the worst of all, for Aunt March fell to telling long stories about her youth, which were so unutterably dull that Amy was always ready to go to bed, intending to cry over her hard fate, but usually going to sleep before she had squeezed out more than a tear or two.

 

If it had not been for Laurie, and old Esther, the maid, she felt that she never could have got through that dreadful time. The parrot alone was enough to drive her distracted, for he soon felt that she did not admire him, and revenged himself by being as mischievous¹⁵ as possible. He pulled her hair whenever she came near him, upset his bread and milk to plague her when she had newly cleaned his cage, made Mop bark by pecking at him while Madam dozed¹⁶, called her names before company, and behaved in all respects like an reprehensible¹⁷ old bird. Then she could not endure the dog, a fat, cross beast who snarled¹⁸ and yelped¹⁹ at her when she made his toilet, and who lay on his back with all his legs in the air and a most idiotic²⁰ expression of countenance²¹ when he wanted something to eat, which was about a dozen times a day. The cook was bad-tempered²², the old coachman was deaf, and Esther the only one who ever took any notice of the young lady.

 

Esther was a Frenchwoman, who had lived with'Madame', as she called her mistress, for many years, and who rather tyrannized over the old lady, who could not get along without her. Her real name was Estelle, but Aunt March ordered her to change it, and she obeyed, on condition that she was never asked to change her religion. She took a fancy to Mademoiselle, and amused her very much with odd stories of her life in France, when Amy sat with her while she got up Madame's laces. She also allowed her to roam about the great house, and examine the curious and pretty things stored away in the big wardrobes and the ancient chests, for Aunt March hoarded²⁴ like a magpie²⁵. Amy's chief delight was an Indian cabinet, full of queer drawers, little pigeonholes²⁶, and secret places, in which were kept all sorts of ornaments²⁷, some precious, some merely curious, all more or less antique. To examine and arrange these things gave Amy great satisfaction, especially the jewel cases, in which on velvet²⁸ cushions reposed²⁹ the ornaments which had adorned³⁰ a belle³¹ forty years ago. There was the garnet set which Aunt March wore when she came out, the pearls her father gave her on her wedding day, her lover's diamonds, the jet mourning rings and pins, the queer lockets, with portraits of dead friends and weeping willows³² made of hair inside, the baby bracelets³³ her one little daughter had worn, Uncle March's big watch, with the red seal so many childish hands had played with, and in a box all by itself lay Aunt March's wedding ring, too small now for her fat finger, but put carefully away like the most precious jewel of them all.

 

"Which would Mademoiselle choose if she had her will?" asked Esther, who always sat near to watch over and lock up the valuables.

 

"I like the diamonds best, but there is no necklace among them, and I'm fond of necklaces, they are so becoming. I should choose this if I might," replied Amy, looking with great admiration³⁴ at a string of gold and ebony beads³⁵ from which hung a heavy cross of the same.

 

"I, too, covet³⁶ that, but not as a necklace. Ah, no! To me it is a rosary, and as such I should use it like a good catholic," said Esther, eyeing the handsome thing wistfully.

 

"Is it meant to use as you use the string of good-smelling wooden beads hanging over your glass?" asked Amy.

 

"Truly, yes, to pray with. It would be pleasing to the saints if one used so fine a rosary as this, instead of wearing it as a vain bijou."

 

"You seem to take a great deal of comfort in your prayers, Esther, and always come down looking quiet and satisfied. I wish I could."

 

"If Mademoiselle was a Catholic, she would find true comfort, but as that is not to be, it would be well if you went apart each day to meditate³⁷ and pray, as did the good mistress whom I served before Madame. She had a little chapel³⁸, and in it found solacement for much trouble."

 

"Would it be right for me to do so too?" asked Amy, who in her loneliness felt the need of help of some sort, and found that she was apt to forget her little book, now that Beth was not there to remind her of it.

 

"It would be excellent and charming, and I shall gladly arrange the little dressing³⁹ room for you if you like it. Say nothing to Madame, but when she sleeps go you and sit alone a while to think good thoughts, and pray the dear God preserve your sister."

 

Esther was truly pious⁴⁰, and quite sincere in her advice, for she had an affectionate heart, and felt much for the sisters in their anxiety. Amy liked the idea, and gave her leave to arrange the light closet next her room, hoping it would do her good.

 

"I wish I knew where all these pretty things would go when Aunt March dies," she said, as she slowly replaced the shining rosary and shut the jewel cases one by one.

 

"To you and your sisters. I know it, Madame confides⁴¹ in me. I witnessed her will, and it is to be so," whispered Esther smiling.

 

"How nice! But I wish she'd let us have them now. Procrastination⁴² is not agreeable," observed Amy, taking a last look at the diamonds.

 

"It is too soon yet for the young ladies to wear these things. The first one who is affianced will have the pearls, Madame has said it, and I have a fancy that the little turquoise⁴³ ring will be given to you when you go, for Madame approves your good behavior and charming manners."

 

"Do you think so? Oh, I'll be a lamb, if I can only have that lovely ring! It's ever so much prettier than Kitty Bryant's. I do like Aunt March after all." And Amy tried on the blue ring with a delighted face and a firm resolve to earn it.

 

From that day she was a model of obedience⁴⁴, and the old lady complacently⁴⁵ admired the success of her training. Esther fitted up the closet with a little table, placed a footstool before it, and over it a picture taken from one of the shut-up rooms. She thought it was of no great value, but, being appropriate, she borrowed it, well knowing that Madame would never know it, nor care if she did. It was, however, a very valuable copy of one of the famous pictures of the world, and Amy's beauty-loving eyes were never tired of looking up at the sweet face of the Divine Mother, while her tender thoughts of her own were busy at her heart. On the table she laid her little testament⁴⁶ and hymnbook, kept a vase always full of the best flowers Laurie brought her, and came every day to 'sit alone' thinking good thoughts, and praying the dear God to preserve her sister. Esther had given her a rosary of black beads with a silver cross, but Amy hung it up and did not use it, feeling doubtful as to its fitness for Protestant prayers.

 

The little girl was very sincere in all this, for being left alone outside the safe home nest, she felt the need of some kind hand to hold by so sorely that she instinctively⁴⁷ turned to the strong and tender Friend, whose fatherly love most closely surrounds His little children. She missed her mother's help to understand and rule herself, but having been taught where to look, she did her best to find the way and walk in it confidingly⁴⁸. But, Amy was a young pilgrim, and just now her burden seemed very heavy. She tried to forget herself, to keep cheerful, and be satisfied with doing right, though no one saw or praised her for it. In her first effort at being very, very good, she decided⁴⁹ to make her will, as Aunt March had done, so that if she did fall ill and die, her possessions might be justly and generously divided. It cost her a pang⁵⁰ even to think of giving up the little treasures which in her eyes were as precious as the old lady's jewels.

 

During one of her play hours she wrote out the important document as well as she could, with some help from Esther as to certain legal terms, and when the good-natured Frenchwoman had signed her name, Amy felt relieved and laid it by to show Laurie, whom she wanted as a second witness. As it was a rainy day, she went upstairs to amuse herself in one of the large chambers⁵¹, and took Polly with her for company. In this room there was a wardrobe full of old-fashioned costumes with which Esther allowed her to play, and it was her favorite amusement to array herself in the faded brocades, and parade up and down before the long mirror, making stately curtsies, and sweeping⁵² her train about with a rustle⁵³ which delighted her ears. So busy was she on this day that she did not hear Laurie's ring nor see his face peeping in at her as she gravely promenaded⁵⁴ to and fro, flirting⁵⁵ her fan and tossing her head, on which she wore a great pink turban, contrasting oddly with her blue brocade dress and yellow quilted petticoat. She was obliged to walk carefully, for she had on highheeled shoes, and, as Laurie told Jo afterward⁵⁶, it was a comical sight to see her mince⁵⁷ along in her gay suit, with Polly sidling and bridling⁵⁸ just behind her, imitating her as well as he could, and occasionally stopping to laugh or exclaim, "Ain't we fine? Get along, you fright! Hold your tongue! Kiss me, dear! Ha! Ha!"

 

Having with difficulty restrained an explosion of merriment, lest it should offend her majesty⁵⁹, Laurie tapped and was graciously received.

 

"Sit down and rest while I put these things away, then I want to consult you about a very serious matter," said Amy, when she had shown her splendor⁶⁰ and driven Polly into a corner. "That bird is the trial of my life," she continued, removing the pink mountain from her head, while Laurie seated himself astride a chair.

 

"Yesterday, when Aunt was asleep and I was trying to be as still as a mouse, Polly began to squall and flap about in his cage, so I went to let him out, and found a big spider there. I poked⁶¹ it out, and it ran under the bookcase. Polly marched straight after it, stooped down and peeped under the bookcase, saying, in his funny way, with a cock of his eye, 'Come out and take a walk, my dear.' I couldn't help laughing, which made Poll swear, and Aunt woke up and scolded us both."

 

"Did the spider accept the old fellow's invitation?" asked Laurie, yawning.

 

"Yes, out it came, and away ran Polly, frightened to death, and scrambled⁶² up on Aunt's chair, calling out, 'Catch her! Catch her! Catch her!' as I chased the spider."

 

"That's a lie! Oh, lor!" cried the parrot, pecking at Laurie's toes.

 

"I'd wring⁶³ your neck if you were mine, you old torment," cried Laurie, shaking his fist at the bird, who put his head on one side and gravely croaked⁶⁴, "Allyluyer! bless your buttons, dear!"

 

"Now I'm ready," said Amy, shutting the wardrobe and taking a piece of paper out of her pocket. "I want you to read that, please, and tell me if it is legal and right. I felt I ought to do it, for life is uncertain and I don't want any ill feeling over my tomb."

 

Laurie bit his lips, and turning a little from the pensive⁶⁵ speaker, read the following document, with praiseworthy gravity, considering the spelling:

 

MY LAST WILL AND TESTIMENT

 

I, Amy Curtis March, being in my sane⁶⁶ mind, go give and bequeethe all my earthly property - viz. to wit: - namely

 

To my father, my best pictures, sketches⁶⁸, maps, and works of art, including frames. Also my $100, to do what he likes with.

 

To my mother, all my clothes, except the blue apron⁶⁹ with pockets - also my likeness⁷⁰, and my medal, with much love.

 

To my dear sister Margaret, I give my turkquoise ring (if I get it), also my green box with the doves on it, also my piece of real lace for her neck, and my sketch⁶⁷ of her as a memorial of her 'little girl'.

 

To Jo I leave my breastpin, the one mended with sealing wax, also my bronze inkstand - she lost the cover - and my most precious plaster rabbit, because I am sorry I burned up her story.

 

To Beth (if she lives after me) I give my dolls and the little bureau, my fan, my linen⁷¹ collars and my new slippers⁷² if she can wear them being thin when she gets well. And I herewith also leave her my regret that I ever made fun of old Joanna.

 

To my friend and neighbor Theodore Laurence I bequeethe my paper mashay portfolio⁷³, my clay model of a horse though he did say it hadn't any neck. Also in return for his great kindness in the hour of affliction any one of my artistic⁷⁴ works he likes, Noter Dame²³ is the best.

 

To our venerable benefactor⁷⁵ Mr. Laurence I leave my purple box with a looking glass in the cover which will be nice for his pens and remind him of the departed girl who thanks him for his favors to her family, especially Beth.

 

I wish my favorite playmate Kitty Bryant to have the blue silk apron and my gold-bead ring with a kiss.

 

To Hannah I give the bandbox she wanted and all the patchwork I leave hoping she 'will remember me, when it you see'.

 

And now having disposed of my most valuable property I hope all will be satisfied and not blame the dead. I forgive everyone, and trust we may all meet when the trump⁷⁶ shall sound. Amen.

 

To this will and testiment I set my hand and seal on this 20th day of Nov. Anni Domino 1861.

 

Amy Curtis March

 

Witnesses:

 

Estelle Valnor, Theodore Laurence.

 

The last name was written in pencil, and Amy explained that he was to rewrite it in ink and seal it up for her properly.

 

"What put it into your head? Did anyone tell you about Beth's giving away her things?" asked Laurie soberly, as Amy laid a bit of red tape, with sealing wax, a taper⁷⁷, and a standish before him.

 

She explained and then asked anxiously, "What about Beth?"

 

"I'm sorry I spoke⁷⁸, but as I did, I'll tell you. She felt so ill one day that she told Jo she wanted to give her piano to Meg, her cats to you, and the poor old doll to Jo, who would love it for her sake. She was sorry she had so little to give, and left locks of hair to the rest of us, and her best love to Grandpa. She never thought of a will."

 

Laurie was signing and sealing as he spoke, and did not look up till a great tear dropped on the paper. Amy's face was full of trouble, but she only said, "Don't people put sort of postscripts⁷⁹ to their wills, sometimes?"

 

"Yes, 'codicils⁸⁰', they call them."

 

"Put one in mine then, that I wish all my curls cut off, and given round to my friends. I forgot it, but I want it done though it will spoil my looks."

 

Laurie added it, smiling at Amy's last and greatest sacrifice. Then he amused her for an hour, and was much interested in all her trials. But when he came to go, Amy held him back to whisper with trembling lips, "Is there really any danger about Beth?"

 

"I'm afraid there is, but we must hope for the best, so don't cry, dear." And Laurie put his arm about her with a brotherly gesture which was very comforting.

 

When he had gone, she went to her little chapel, and sitting in the twilight⁸¹, prayed for Beth, with streaming tears and an aching heart, feeling that a million turquoise rings would not console her for the loss of her gentle little sister.

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