Meg was full of gratitude. “That’s so kind, John.”
“Grandfather sent these to help the invalid,” said Laurie, squeezing some bottles of brandy into their mother’s luggage, along with a warm dressing gown, bandages and a blanket.
Jo raced in excitedly, her bonnet tied rightly under her chin, and handed a purse full of money to her mother.
“Aunt March sent this. She said Father was stupid to go war when he was so old, she knew no good would come of it, and she hoped that you’d take her advice next time.”
Mrs. March tightened her lips, and Jo guessed that she was trying to keep her temper. But her mother only said, “Take off your bonnet, Jo.”
Jo pulled it off and a cry rose from her family. Her beautiful long chestnut hair had been cut as short as a boy’s.