I'll read it over, and maybe it will do me good.

I'd like to meet her anywhere, but don't believe I ever shall.' 'Keep it and welcome.

My mother gave it to me; and when you read it try to believe that neither of your mothers will ever forget you.' Mrs Jo gave the book with a caress; and simply saying: 'Thanks; good night,' Dan thrust it into his pocket, and walked straight away to the river to recover from this unwonted mood of tenderness and confidence.
Next day the travellers were off.

All were in good spirits, and a cloud of handkerchiefs whitened the air as they drove away in the old bus, waving their hats to everyone and kissing their hands, especially to mother Bhaer, who said in her prophetic tone as she wiped her eyes, when the familiar rumble died away: 'I have a feeling that something is going to happen to some of them, and they will never come back to me, or come back changed.

Well, I can only say, God be with my boys!' And He was..