In november, when nothing good ever happens, we got a letter. We had been worried since we hadn't gotten a letter from father. We thought that it was just a mix-up at the post office. Father always writes his letters. But then the telegram came. It read:
Mrs. March
You're husband is very ill. Come at once.
S. Hale
Blank Hospital, Washington
Oh Father! That's why he didn't write his usual letter! Oh dear, oh dear! We cried for a few minutes. Hannah was able to get us to snap out of it. We settled down and we had Laurie send a telegram saying that she'd come. We also had a note left at Aunt March's.
Mr. Brook came by to ask Mother if he could escort her, and Meg accepted for her. Then Jo came back with twenty-five dollars! She had her hair cut and sold! Mother said it wasn't needed, but thanked her anyway.
Oh, I hope father will be alright!
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