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Feeling
very
much
out
of
sorts
herself
,
Jo
hurried
into
the
parlor
to
find
Beth
sobbing
over
Pip
,
the
canary
,
who
lay
dead
in
the
cage
with
his
little
claws
pathetically
extended
,
as
if
imploring
the
food
for
want
of
which
he
had
died
.
"
It
’
s
all
my
fault
,
I
forgot
him
,
there
isn
’
t
a
seed
or
a
drop
left
.
Oh
,
Pip
!
Oh
,
Pip
!
How
could
I
be
so
cruel
to
you
?
"
cried
Beth
,
taking
the
poor
thing
in
her
hands
and
trying
to
restore
him
.
Jo
peeped
into
his
half
-
open
eye
,
felt
his
little
heart
,
and
finding
him
stiff
and
cold
,
shook
her
head
,
and
offered
her
domino
box
for
a
coffin
.
"
Put
him
in
the
oven
,
and
maybe
he
will
get
warm
and
revive
,
"
said
Amy
hopefully
.
"
He
’
s
been
starved
,
and
he
shan
’
t
be
baked
now
he
’
s
dead
.
I
’
ll
make
him
a
shroud
,
and
he
shall
be
buried
in
the
garden
,
and
I
’
ll
never
have
another
bird
,
never
,
my
Pip
!
for
I
am
too
bad
to
own
one
,
"
murmured
Beth
,
sitting
on
the
floor
with
her
pet
folded
in
her
hands
.
"
The
funeral
shall
be
this
afternoon
,
and
we
will
all
go
.
Now
,
don
’
t
cry
,
Bethy
.
It
’
s
a
pity
,
but
nothing
goes
right
this
week
,
and
Pip
has
had
the
worst
of
the
experiment
.
Make
the
shroud
,
and
lay
him
in
my
box
,
and
after
the
dinner
party
,
we
’
ll
have
a
nice
little
funeral
,
"
said
Jo
,
beginning
to
feel
as
if
she
had
undertaken
a
good
deal
.
Leaving
the
others
to
console
Beth
,
she
departed
to
the
kitchen
,
which
was
in
a
most
discouraging
state
of
confusion
.
Putting
on
a
big
apron
,
she
fell
to
work
and
got
the
dishes
piled
up
ready
for
washing
,
when
she
discovered
that
the
fire
was
out
.
"
Here
’
s
a
sweet
prospect
!
"
muttered
Jo
,
slamming
the
stove
door
open
,
and
poking
vigorously
among
the
cinders
.
Having
rekindled
the
fire
,
she
thought
she
would
go
to
market
while
the
water
heated
.
The
walk
revived
her
spirits
,
and
flattering
herself
that
she
had
made
good
bargains
,
she
trudged
home
again
,
after
buying
a
very
young
lobster
,
some
very
old
asparagus
,
and
two
boxes
of
acid
strawberries
.
By
the
time
she
got
cleared
up
,
the
dinner
arrived
and
the
stove
was
red
-
hot
.
Hannah
had
left
a
pan
of
bread
to
rise
,
Meg
had
worked
it
up
early
,
set
it
on
the
hearth
for
a
second
rising
,
and
forgotten
it
.
Meg
was
entertaining
Sallie
Gardiner
in
the
parlor
,
when
the
door
flew
open
and
a
floury
,
crocky
,
flushed
,
and
disheveled
figure
appeared
,
demanding
tartly
.
.
.
