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"
Very
good
!
Then
I
am
quite
satisfied
with
the
experiment
,
and
fancy
that
we
shall
not
have
to
repeat
it
,
only
don
’
t
go
to
the
other
extreme
and
delve
like
slaves
.
Have
regular
hours
for
work
and
play
,
make
each
day
both
useful
and
pleasant
,
and
prove
that
you
understand
the
worth
of
time
by
employing
it
well
.
Then
youth
will
be
delightful
,
old
age
will
bring
few
regrets
,
and
life
become
a
beautiful
success
,
in
spite
of
poverty
.
"
"
We
’
ll
remember
,
Mother
!
"
and
they
did
.
Beth
was
postmistress
,
for
,
being
most
at
home
,
she
could
attend
to
it
regularly
,
and
dearly
liked
the
daily
task
of
unlocking
the
little
door
and
distributing
the
mail
.
One
July
day
she
came
in
with
her
hands
full
,
and
went
about
the
house
leaving
letters
and
parcels
like
the
penny
post
.
"
Here
’
s
your
posy
,
Mother
!
Laurie
never
forgets
that
,
"
she
said
,
putting
the
fresh
nosegay
in
the
vase
that
stood
in
‘
Marmee
’
s
corner
’
,
and
was
kept
supplied
by
the
affectionate
boy
.
"
Miss
Meg
March
,
one
letter
and
a
glove
,
"
continued
Beth
,
delivering
the
articles
to
her
sister
,
who
sat
near
her
mother
,
stitching
wristbands
.
"
Why
,
I
left
a
pair
over
there
,
and
here
is
only
one
,
"
said
Meg
,
looking
at
the
gray
cotton
glove
.
"
Didn
’
t
you
drop
the
other
in
the
garden
?
"
"
No
,
I
’
m
sure
I
didn
’
t
,
for
there
was
only
one
in
the
office
.
"
"
I
hate
to
have
odd
gloves
!
Never
mind
,
the
other
may
be
found
.
My
letter
is
only
a
translation
of
the
German
song
I
wanted
.
I
think
Mr
.
Brooke
did
it
,
for
this
isn
’
t
Laurie
’
s
writing
.
"
Mrs
.
March
glanced
at
Meg
,
who
was
looking
very
pretty
in
her
gingham
morning
gown
,
with
the
little
curls
blowing
about
her
forehead
,
and
very
womanly
,
as
she
sat
sewing
at
her
little
worktable
,
full
of
tidy
white
rolls
,
so
unconscious
of
the
thought
in
her
mother
’
s
mind
as
she
sewed
and
sang
,
while
her
fingers
flew
and
her
thoughts
were
busied
with
girlish
fancies
as
innocent
and
fresh
as
the
pansies
in
her
belt
,
that
Mrs
.
March
smiled
and
was
satisfied
.
"
Two
letters
for
Doctor
Jo
,
a
book
,
and
a
funny
old
hat
,
which
covered
the
whole
post
office
and
stuck
outside
,
"
said
Beth
,
laughing
as
she
went
into
the
study
where
Jo
sat
writing
.
