Slipping out, she ran down and, finding a servant, asked if he could get her a carriage. Please let me take you home. Hannah hated rain as much as a cat does so she made no trouble, and they rolled away in the luxurious close carriage, feeling very festive and elegant. Did you hear us? What were you about all that time, hidden away there? With many thanks, they said good night and crept in, hoping to disturb no one, but the instant their door creaked, two little nightcaps bobbed up, and two sleepy but eager voices cried out. Tell about the party! But it does seem so nice to have little suppers and bouquets, and go to parties, and drive home, and read and rest, and not work. She had not heart enough even to make herself pretty as usual by putting on a blue neck ribbon and dressing her hair in the most becoming way. Everyone seemed rather out of sorts and inclined to croak. Beth had a headache and lay on the sofa, trying to comfort herself with the cat and three kittens. Jo would whistle and make a great racket getting ready. March, crossing out the third spoiled sentence in her letter. Hannah never forgot to make them, no matter how busy or grumpy she might be, for the walk was long and bleak. The poor things got no other lunch and were seldom home before two. They always looked back before turning the corner, for their mother was always at the window to nod and smile, and wave her hand to them. March lost his property in trying to help an unfortunate friend, the two oldest girls begged to be allowed to do something toward their own support, at least. Believing that they could not begin too early to cultivate energy, industry, and independence, their parents consented, and both fell to work with the hearty good will which in spite of all obstacles is sure to succeed at last. Margaret found a place as nursery governess and felt rich with her small salary.