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"
Yes
,
I
have
.
Mine
is
dishes
and
dusters
,
and
envying
girls
with
nice
pianos
,
and
being
afraid
of
people
.
"
Beth
’
s
bundle
was
such
a
funny
one
that
everybody
wanted
to
laugh
,
but
nobody
did
,
for
it
would
have
hurt
her
feelings
very
much
.
"
Let
us
do
it
,
"
said
Meg
thoughtfully
.
"
It
is
only
another
name
for
trying
to
be
good
,
and
the
story
may
help
us
,
for
though
we
do
want
to
be
good
,
it
’
s
hard
work
and
we
forget
,
and
don
’
t
do
our
best
.
"
"
We
were
in
the
Slough
of
Despond
tonight
,
and
Mother
came
and
pulled
us
out
as
Help
did
in
the
book
.
We
ought
to
have
our
roll
of
directions
,
like
Christian
.
What
shall
we
do
about
that
?
"
asked
Jo
,
delighted
with
the
fancy
which
lent
a
little
romance
to
the
very
dull
task
of
doing
her
duty
.
"
Look
under
your
pillows
Christmas
morning
,
and
you
will
find
your
guidebook
,
"
replied
Mrs
.
March
.
They
talked
over
the
new
plan
while
old
Hannah
cleared
the
table
,
then
out
came
the
four
little
work
baskets
,
and
the
needles
flew
as
the
girls
made
sheets
for
Aunt
March
.
It
was
uninteresting
sewing
,
but
tonight
no
one
grumbled
.
They
adopted
Jo
’
s
plan
of
dividing
the
long
seams
into
four
parts
,
and
calling
the
quarters
Europe
,
Asia
,
Africa
,
and
America
,
and
in
that
way
got
on
capitally
,
especially
when
they
talked
about
the
different
countries
as
they
stitched
their
way
through
them
.
At
nine
they
stopped
work
,
and
sang
,
as
usual
,
before
they
went
to
bed
No
one
but
Beth
could
get
much
music
out
of
the
old
piano
,
but
she
had
a
way
of
softly
touching
the
yellow
keys
and
making
a
pleasant
accompaniment
to
the
simple
songs
they
sang
.
Meg
had
a
voice
like
a
flute
,
and
she
and
her
mother
led
the
little
choir
.
Amy
chirped
like
a
cricket
,
and
Jo
wandered
through
the
airs
at
her
own
sweet
will
,
always
coming
out
at
the
wrong
place
with
a
croak
or
a
quaver
that
spoiled
the
most
pensive
tune
.
They
had
always
done
this
from
the
time
they
could
lisp
.
.
.
Crinkle
,
crinkle
,
‘
ittle
‘
tar
,
and
it
had
become
a
household
custom
,
for
the
mother
was
a
born
singer
.
The
first
sound
in
the
morning
was
her
voice
as
she
went
about
the
house
singing
like
a
lark
,
and
the
last
sound
at
night
was
the
same
cheery
sound
,
for
the
girls
never
grew
too
old
for
that
familiar
lullaby
.
