My Lord and Lady
"Please, Madam Mother, could you lend me my wife for half an hour? The luggage has
come, and I've been making hay of Amy's Paris finery, trying to find some things I want,"
said Laurie, coming in the next day to find Mrs. Laurence sitting in her mother's lap, as if
being made `the baby' again.
"Certainly. Go, dear, I forgot that you have any home but this." And Mrs. March pressed
the white hand that wore the wedding ring, as if asking pardon for her maternal
"I shouldn't have come over if I could have helped it, but I can't get on without my little
woman any more than a..."
"Weathercock can without the wind," suggested Jo, as he paused for a simile. Jo had
grown quite her own saucy self again since Teddy came home.
"Exactly, for Amy keeps me pointing due west most of the time, with only an occasional
whiffle round to the south, and I haven't had an easterly spell since I was married. Don't
know anything about the north, but am altogether salubrious and balmy, hey, my lady?"
"Lovely weather so far. I don't know how long it will last, but I'm not afraid of storms,
for I'm learning how to sail my ship. Come home, dear, and I'll find your bootjack. I
suppose that's what you are rummaging after among my things. Men are so helpless,
Mother," said Amy, with a matronly air, which delighted her husband.
"What are you going to do with yourselves after you get settled?" asked Jo, buttoning
Amy's cloak as she used to button her pinafores.
"We have our plans. We don't mean to say much about them yet, because we are such
very new brooms, but we don't intend to be idle. I'm going into business with a devotion
that shall delight Grandfather, and prove to him that I'm not spoiled. I need something of
the sort to keep me steady. I'm tired of dawdling, and mean to work like a man."
"And Amy, what is she going to do?" asked Mrs. March, well pleased at Laurie's decision
and the energy with which he spoke.
"After doing the civil all round, and airing our best bonnet, we shall astonish you by the
elegant hospitalities of our mansion, the brilliant society we shall draw about us, and the
beneficial influence we shall exert over the world at large. That's about it, isn't it,
Madame Recamier?" asked Laurie with a quizzical look at Amy.
"Time will show. Come away, Impertinence, and don't shock my family by calling me
names before their faces," answered Amy, resolving that there should be a home with a
good wife in it before she set up a salon as a queen of society.
"How happy those children seem together!" observed Mr. March, finding it difficult to
become absorbed in his Aristotle after the young couple had gone.
"Yes, and I think it will last," added Mrs. March, with the restful expression of a pilot
who has brought a ship safely into port.