Chapter 43: Surprises

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​⁠Jo was alone in the twilight, lying on the old sofa, looking at the fire, and thinking. It was her favorite way of spending the hour of dusk; no one disturbed her, and she used to lie there on Beth's little red pillow, planning stories, dreaming dreams, or thinking tender thoughts of the sister who never seemed far away. Her face looked tired, grave, and rather sad; for to-morrow was her birthday,