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"
I
say
,
isn
’
t
bread
‘
riz
’
enough
when
it
runs
over
the
pans
?
"
Sallie
began
to
laugh
,
but
Meg
nodded
and
lifted
her
eyebrows
as
high
as
they
would
go
,
which
caused
the
apparition
to
vanish
and
put
the
sour
bread
into
the
oven
without
further
delay
.
Mrs
.
March
went
out
,
after
peeping
here
and
there
to
see
how
matters
went
,
also
saying
a
word
of
comfort
to
Beth
,
who
sat
making
a
winding
sheet
,
while
the
dear
departed
lay
in
state
in
the
domino
box
.
A
straLanguage
cannot
describe
nge
sense
of
helplessness
fell
upon
the
girls
as
the
gray
bonnet
vanished
round
the
corner
,
and
despair
seized
them
when
a
few
minutes
later
Miss
Crocker
appeared
,
and
said
she
’
d
come
to
dinner
.
Now
this
lady
was
a
thin
,
yellow
spinster
,
with
a
sharp
nose
and
inquisitive
eyes
,
who
saw
everything
and
gossiped
about
all
she
saw
.
They
disliked
her
,
but
had
been
taught
to
be
kind
to
her
,
simply
because
she
was
old
and
poor
and
had
few
friends
.
So
Meg
gave
her
the
easy
chair
and
tried
to
entertain
her
,
while
she
asked
questions
,
criticized
everything
,
and
told
stories
of
the
people
whom
she
knew
.
Language
cannot
describe
the
anxieties
,
experiences
,
and
exertions
which
Jo
underwent
that
morning
,
and
the
dinner
she
served
up
became
a
standing
joke
.
Fearing
to
ask
any
more
advice
,
she
did
her
best
alone
,
and
discovered
that
something
more
than
energy
and
good
will
is
necessary
to
make
a
cook
.
She
boiled
the
asparagus
for
an
hour
and
was
grieved
to
find
the
heads
cooked
off
and
the
stalks
harder
than
ever
.
The
bread
burned
black
;
for
the
salad
dressing
so
aggravated
her
that
she
could
not
make
it
fit
to
eat
.
The
lobster
was
a
scarlet
mystery
to
her
,
but
she
hammered
and
poked
till
it
was
unshelled
and
its
meager
proportions
concealed
in
a
grove
of
lettuce
leaves
.
The
potatoes
had
to
be
hurried
,
not
to
keep
the
asparagus
waiting
,
and
were
not
done
at
the
last
.
The
blanc
mange
was
lumpy
,
and
the
strawberries
not
as
ripe
as
they
looked
,
having
been
skilfully
‘
deaconed
’
.
"
Well
,
they
can
eat
beef
and
bread
and
butter
,
if
they
are
hungry
,
only
it
’
s
mortifying
to
have
to
spend
your
whole
morning
for
nothing
,
"
thought
Jo
,
as
she
rang
the
bell
half
an
hour
later
than
usual
,
and
stood
,
hot
,
tired
,
and
dispirited
,
surveying
the
feast
spread
before
Laurie
,
accustomed
to
all
sorts
of
elegance
,
and
Miss
Crocker
,
whose
tattling
tongue
would
report
them
far
and
wide
.
Poor
Jo
would
gladly
have
gone
under
the
table
,
as
one
thing
after
another
was
tasted
and
left
,
while
Amy
giggled
,
Meg
looked
distressed
,
Miss
Crocker
pursed
her
lips
,
and
Laurie
talked
and
laughed
with
all
his
might
to
give
a
cheerful
tone
to
the
festive
scene
.
Jo
’
s
one
strong
point
was
the
fruit
,
for
she
had
sugared
it
well
,
and
had
a
pitcher
of
rich
cream
to
eat
with
it
.
Her
hot
cheeks
cooled
a
trifle
,
and
she
drew
a
long
breath
as
the
pretty
glass
plates
went
round
,
and
everyone
looked
graciously
at
the
little
rosy
islands
floating
in
a
sea
of
cream
.
Miss
Crocker
tasted
first
,
made
a
wry
face
,
and
drank
some
water
hastily
.
Jo
,
who
refused
,
thinking
there
might
not
be
enough
,
for
they
dwindled
sadly
after
the
picking
over
,
glanced
at
Laurie
,
but
he
was
eating
away
manfully
,
though
there
was
a
slight
pucker
about
his
mouth
and
he
kept
his
eye
fixed
on
his
plate
.
Amy
,
who
was
fond
of
delicate
fare
,
took
a
heaping
spoonful
,
choked
,
hid
her
face
in
her
napkin
,
and
left
the
table
precipitately
.
"
Oh
,
what
is
it
?
"
exclaimed
Jo
,
trembling
.
"
Salt
instead
of
sugar
,
and
the
cream
is
sour
,
"
replied
Meg
with
a
tragic
gesture
.
Jo
uttered
a
groan
and
fell
back
in
her
chair
,
remembering
that
she
had
given
a
last
hasty
powdering
to
the
berries
out
of
one
of
the
two
boxes
on
the
kitchen
table
,
and
had
neglected
to
put
the
milk
in
the
refrigerator
.
She
turned
scarlet
and
was
on
the
verge
of
crying
,
when
she
met
Laurie
’
s
eyes
,
which
would
look
merry
in
spite
of
his
heroic
efforts
.
The
comical
side
of
the
affair
suddenly
struck
her
,
and
she
laughed
till
the
tears
ran
down
her
cheeks
.
So
did
everyone
else
,
even
‘
Croaker
’
as
the
girls
called
the
old
lady
,
and
the
unfortunate
dinner
ended
gaily
,
with
bread
and
butter
,
olives
and
fun
.
