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Jo
was
the
first
to
wake
in
the
gray
dawn
of
Christmas
morning
.
No
stockings
hung
at
the
fireplace
,
and
for
a
moment
she
felt
as
much
disappointed
as
she
did
long
ago
,
when
her
little
sock
fell
down
because
it
was
crammed
so
full
of
goodies
.
Then
she
remembered
her
mother
’
s
promise
and
,
slipping
her
hand
under
her
pillow
,
drew
out
a
little
crimson
-
covered
book
.
She
knew
it
very
well
,
for
it
was
that
beautiful
old
story
of
the
best
life
ever
lived
,
and
Jo
felt
that
it
was
a
true
guidebook
for
any
pilgrim
going
on
a
long
journey
.
She
woke
Meg
with
a
"
Merry
Christmas
,
"
and
bade
her
see
what
was
under
her
pillow
.
A
green
-
covered
book
appeared
,
with
the
same
picture
inside
,
and
a
few
words
written
by
their
mother
,
which
made
their
one
present
very
precious
in
their
eyes
.
Presently
Beth
and
Amy
woke
to
rummage
and
find
their
little
books
also
,
one
dove
-
colored
,
the
other
blue
,
and
all
sat
looking
at
and
talking
about
them
,
while
the
east
grew
rosy
with
the
coming
day
.
In
spite
of
her
small
vanities
,
Margaret
had
a
sweet
and
pious
nature
,
which
unconsciously
influenced
her
sisters
,
especially
Jo
,
who
loved
her
very
tenderly
,
and
obeyed
her
because
her
advice
was
so
gently
given
.
"
Girls
,
"
said
Meg
seriously
,
looking
from
the
tumbled
head
beside
her
to
the
two
little
night
-
capped
ones
in
the
room
beyond
,
"
Mother
wants
us
to
read
and
love
and
mind
these
books
,
and
we
must
begin
at
once
.
We
used
to
be
faithful
about
it
,
but
since
Father
went
away
and
all
this
war
trouble
unsettled
us
,
we
have
neglected
many
things
.
You
can
do
as
you
please
,
but
I
shall
keep
my
book
on
the
table
here
and
read
a
little
every
morning
as
soon
as
I
wake
,
for
I
know
it
will
do
me
good
and
help
me
through
the
day
.
"
Then
she
opened
her
new
book
and
began
to
read
.
Jo
put
her
arm
round
her
and
,
leaning
cheek
to
cheek
,
read
also
,
with
the
quiet
expression
so
seldom
seen
on
her
restless
face
.
"
How
good
Meg
is
!
Come
,
Amy
,
let
’
s
do
as
they
do
.
I
’
ll
help
you
with
the
hard
words
,
and
they
’
ll
explain
things
if
we
don
’
t
understand
,
"
whispered
Beth
,
very
much
impressed
by
the
pretty
books
and
her
sisters
’
example
.
"
I
’
m
glad
mine
is
blue
,
"
said
Amy
.
and
then
the
rooms
were
very
still
while
the
pages
were
softly
turned
,
and
the
winter
sunshine
crept
in
to
touch
the
bright
heads
and
serious
faces
with
a
Christmas
greeting
.
"
Where
is
Mother
?
"
asked
Meg
,
as
she
and
Jo
ran
down
to
thank
her
for
their
gifts
,
half
an
hour
later
.
"
Goodness
only
knows
.
Some
poor
creeter
came
a
-
beggin
’
,
and
your
ma
went
straight
off
to
see
what
was
needed
.
There
never
was
such
a
woman
for
givin
’
away
vittles
and
drink
,
clothes
and
firin
’
,
"
replied
Hannah
,
who
had
lived
with
the
family
since
Meg
was
born
,
and
was
considered
by
them
all
more
as
a
friend
than
a
servant
.
"
She
will
be
back
soon
,
I
think
,
so
fry
your
cakes
,
and
have
everything
ready
,
"
said
Meg
,
looking
over
the
presents
which
were
collected
in
a
basket
and
kept
under
the
sofa
,
ready
to
be
produced
at
the
proper
time
.
"
Why
,
where
is
Amy
’
s
bottle
of
cologne
?
"
she
added
,
as
the
little
flask
did
not
appear
.
