The next day was Sunday

Thenext day was Sunday, and a goodly troop of young and old set forth tochurch.--some driving, somejordan1 walking,all enjoying the lovely weather and the happy quietude which comes torefresh us when the work and worry of the week are over. Daisy had aheadache; and Aunt Jo remained at home to keep her company, knowingvery well thatuggsale theworst ache was in the tender heart struggling dutifully against thelove that grew stronger as the parting drew nearer.
'Daisyknows my wishes, and I trust her. You must keep an eye on Nat, andlet him clearly understand that there is to be no "lovering",orjordan1 shoes I shall forbid the letter-writing. I hate to seem cruel, but it istoo soon for my dear girl to bind herself in any way,' said Mrs Meg,as she rustled about in her best grey silk, while waiting for Demi,who always escorted his pious mother to church as a peace-offeringfor crossing her wishes in other things.
'Iwill, dear; I'm lying in wait forjordan13 shoes all three boys today, like an old spider; and I will have a good talkwith each. They know I understand them, and they always open theirhearts sooner or later. You look like a nice, plump little Quakeress,Meg; and no one will believe that big boy is your son,' added Mrs Jo,as Demi came in shining with Sunday neatness, from hisjordanair shoeswell-blacked boots to his smooth brown head.
'Youflatter me, to soften my heart toward your boy. I know your ways, Jo,and I don't give in. Be firm, and spare me a scene by and by. As forJohn, as long as he is satisfied with his old mother, I don't carewhat people think,' answered Mrs Meg, accepting with a smile thelittle posy ofjordanretro shoes sweetpeas and mignonette Demi brought her.
Then,having buttoned her dove-coloured gloves with care, she took herson's arm and went proudly away to the carriage, where Amy and Besswaited, while Jo called after them, just as Marmee used to do:
'Girls,have you got nice pocket-handkerchiefs?' They all smiledretrojordans shoes atthe familiar words, and three white banners waved as they drove away,leaving the spider to watch for her first fly. She did not wait long.Daisy was lying down with a wet cheek on the little hymnbook out ofwhich she and Nat used to sing together; so Mrs Jo strolled about thelawn, looking very like a wandering mushroom with her largejordanxiii buff umbrella.
Danhad gone for a ten-mile stroll; and Nat was supposed to haveaccompanied him, but presently came sneaking back, unable to tearhimself away from the Dovecote or lose a moment of nearness to hisidol that last day. Mrs Jo saw him at once, and beckoned him to arustic seat under the old elm, where they couldkidsjordan shoes havetheir confidences undisturbed, and both keep an eye on a certainwhite-curtained window, half hidden in vines.
'Niceand cool here. I'm not up to one of Dan's tramps today--it's so warm,and he goes so like a steam-engine. He headed for the swamp where hispet snakes used to live, and I begged to be excused,' said Nat,fanningjordan9 himselfwith his straw hat, though the day was not oppressive.
'I'mglad you did. Sit and rest with me, and have one of our good oldtalks. We've both been so busy lately, I feel as if I didn'tsuprashoes halfknow your plans; and I want to,' answered Mrs Jo, feeling sure thatthough they might start with Leipzig they would bring up atPlumfield,'You are very kind, and there's nothing I'd like better.