Simple， sincere people seldom speak much of their piety. It shows itself in acts rather than in words， and has more influence than homilies or protestations. Beth could not reason upon or explain the faith that gave her courage and patience to give up life， and cheerfully wait for death. Like a confiding child， she asked no questions， but left everything to God and nature， Father and Mother of us all， feeling sure that they， and they only， could teach and strengthen heart and spirit for this life and the life to come. She did not rebuke Jo with saintly speeches， only loved her better for her passionate affection， and clung more closely to the dear human love， from which our Father never means us to be weaned， but through which He draws us closer to Himself. She could not say， “I'm glad to go，” for life was very sweet for her. She could only sob out， “I try to be willing，” while she held fast to Jo， as the first bitter wave of this great sorrow broke over them together.
By and by Beth said， with recovered serenity， “You'll tell them this when we go home？”
“I think they will see it without words，” sighed Jo， for now it seemed to her that Beth changed every day.
“Perhaps not. I've heard that the people who love best are often blindest to such things. If they don't see it， you will tell them for me. I don't want any secrets， and it's kinder to prepare them. Meg has John and the babies to comfort her， but you must stand by Father and Mother， won't you Jo？”
“If I can. But， Beth， I don't give up yet. I'm going to believe that it is a sick fancy， and not let you think it's true.” said Jo， trying to speak cheerfully.
Beth lay a minute thinking， and then said in her quiet way， “I don't know how to express myself， and shouldn't try to anyone but you， because I can't speak out except to my Jo. I only mean to say that I have a feeling that it never was intended I should live long. I'm not like the rest of you. I never made any plans about what I'd do when I grew up. I never thought of being married， as you all did. I couldn't seem to imagine myself anything but stupid little Beth， trotting about at home， of no use anywhere but there. I never wanted to go away， and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I'm not afraid， but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.”
Jo could not speak， and for several minutes there was no sound but the sigh of the wind and the lapping of the tide. A white-winged gull flew by， with the flash of sunshine on its silvery breast. Beth watched it till it vanished， and her eyes were full of sadness. A little gray-coated sand bird came tripping over the beach `peeping' softly to itself， as if enjoying the sun and sea. It came quite close to Beth， and looked at her with a friendly eye and sat upon a warm stone， dressing its wet feathers， quite at home. Beth smiled and felt comforted， for the tiny thing seemed to offer its small friendship and remind her that a pleasant world was still to be enjoyed.
“Dear little bird！ See， Jo， how tame it is. I like peeps better than the gulls. They are not so wild and handsome， but they seem happy， confiding little things. I used to call them my birds last summer， and Mother said they reminded her of me ——busy， quaker-colored creatures， always near the shore， and always chirping that contented little song of theirs. You are the gull， Jo， strong and wild， fond of the storm and the wind， flying far out to sea， and happy all alone. Meg is the turtledove， and Amy is like the lark she write about， trying to get up among the clouds， but always dropping down into its nest again. Dear little girl！ She's so ambitious， but her heart is good and tender， and no matter how high she flies， she never will forget home. I hope I shall see her again， but she seems so far away.”
“She is coming in the spring， and I mean that you shall be all ready to see and enjoy her. I'm going to have you well and rosy by that time.” began Jo， feeling that of all the changes in Beth， the talking change was the greatest， for it seemed to cost no effort now， and she thought aloud in a way quite unlike bashful Beth.
“Jo， dear， don't hope any more. It won't do any good. I'm sure of that. We won't be miserable， but enjoy being together while we wait. We'll have happy times， for I don't suffer much， and I think the tide will go out easily， if you help me.”
Jo leaned down to kiss the tranquil face， and with that silent kiss， she dedicated herself soul and body to Beth.
She was right. There was no need of any words when they got home， for Father and Mother saw plainly now what they had prayed to be saved from seeing. Tired with her short journey， Beth went at once to bed， saying how glad she was to be home， and when Jo went down， she found that she would be spared the hard task of telling Beth's secret. Her father stood leaning his head on the mantelpiece and did not turn as she came in， but her mother stretched out her arms as if for help， and Jo went to comfort her without a word.