`` We must have our sing , in the good old way , for we are all together again once more , '' said Jo , feeling that a good shout would be a safe and pleasant vent for the jubilant emotions of her soul . They were not all there . But no one found the words thougtless or untrue , for Beth still seemed among them , a peaceful presence , invisible , but dearer than ever , since death could not break the household league that love made disoluble . The little chair stood in its old place . The tidy basket , with the bit of work she left unfinished when the needle grew ` so heavy ' , was still on its accustomed shelf . The beloved instrument , seldom touched now had not been moved , and above it Beth 's face , serene and smiling , as in the early days , looked down upon them , seeming to say , `` Be happy . I am here . '' `` Play something , Amy . Let them hear how much you have improved , '' said Laurie , with pardonable pride in his promising pupil . But Amy whispered , with full eyes , as she twirled the faded stool , `` Not tonight , dear . I ca n't show off tonight . '' But she did show something better than brilliancy or skill , for she sang Beth 's songs with a tender music in her voice which the best master could not have taught , and touched the listener 's hearts with a sweeter power than any other inspiration could have given her . The room was very still , when the clear voice failed suddenly at the last line of Beth 's favorite hymn . It was hard to say ... Earth hath no sorrow that heaven can not heal ; and Amy leaned against her husband , who stood behind her , feeling that her welcome home was not quite perfect without Beth 's kiss . `` Now , we must finish with Mignon 's song , for Mr. Bhaer sings that , '' said Jo , before the pause grew painful . And Mr. Bhaer cleared his throat with a gratified `` Hem ! '' as he stepped into the corner where Jo stood , saying ... `` You will sing with me ? We go excellently well together . '' A pleasing fiction , by the way , for Jo had no more idea of music than a grasshopper . But she would have consented if he had proposed to sing a whole opera , and warbled away , blissfully regardless of time and tune .
It did n't much matter , for Mr. Bhaer XXXXX like a true German , heartily and well , and Jo soon subsided into a subdued hum , that she might listen to the mellow voice that seemed to sing for her alone .
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