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Down
dropped
the
rubbers
,
and
the
tea
was
very
near
following
,
as
Meg
put
out
her
hand
,
with
a
face
so
full
of
gratitude
that
Mr
.
Brooke
would
have
felt
repaid
for
a
much
greater
sacrifice
than
the
trifling
one
of
time
and
comfort
which
he
was
about
to
take
.
"
How
kind
you
all
are
!
Mother
will
accept
,
I
’
m
sure
,
and
it
will
be
such
a
relief
to
know
that
she
has
someone
to
take
care
of
her
.
Thank
you
very
,
very
much
!
"
Meg
spoke
earnestly
,
and
forgot
herself
entirely
till
something
in
the
brown
eyes
looking
down
at
her
made
her
remember
the
cooling
tea
,
and
lead
the
way
into
the
parlor
,
saying
she
would
call
her
mother
.
Everything
was
arranged
by
the
time
Laurie
returned
with
a
note
from
Aunt
March
,
enclosing
the
desired
sum
,
and
a
few
lines
repeating
what
she
had
often
said
before
,
that
she
had
always
told
them
it
was
absurd
for
March
to
go
into
the
army
,
always
predicted
that
no
good
would
come
of
it
,
and
she
hoped
they
would
take
her
advice
the
next
time
.
Mrs
.
March
put
the
note
in
the
fire
,
the
money
in
her
purse
,
and
went
on
with
her
preparations
,
with
her
lips
folded
tightly
in
a
way
which
Jo
would
have
understood
if
she
had
been
there
.
The
short
afternoon
wore
away
.
All
other
errands
were
done
,
and
Meg
and
her
mother
busy
at
some
necessary
needlework
,
while
Beth
and
Amy
got
tea
,
and
Hannah
finished
her
ironing
with
what
she
called
a
‘
slap
and
a
bang
’
,
but
still
Jo
did
not
come
.
They
began
to
get
anxious
,
and
Laurie
went
off
to
find
her
,
for
no
one
knew
what
freak
Jo
might
take
into
her
head
.
He
missed
her
,
however
,
and
she
came
walking
in
with
a
very
queer
expression
of
countenance
,
for
there
was
a
mixture
of
fun
and
fear
,
satisfaction
and
regret
in
it
,
which
puzzled
the
family
as
much
as
did
the
roll
of
bills
she
laid
before
her
mother
,
saying
with
a
little
choke
in
her
voice
,
"
That
’
s
my
contribution
toward
making
Father
comfortable
and
bringing
him
home
!
"
"
My
dear
,
where
did
you
get
it
?
Twenty
-
five
dollars
!
Jo
,
I
hope
you
haven
’
t
done
anything
rash
?
"
"
No
,
it
’
s
mine
honestly
.
I
didn
’
t
beg
,
borrow
,
or
steal
it
.
I
earned
it
,
and
I
don
’
t
think
you
’
ll
blame
me
,
for
I
only
sold
what
was
my
own
.
"
As
she
spoke
,
Jo
took
off
her
bonnet
,
and
a
general
outcry
arose
,
for
all
her
abundant
hair
was
cut
short
.
"
Your
hair
!
Your
beautiful
hair
!
"
"
Oh
,
Jo
,
how
could
you
?
Your
one
beauty
.
"
"
My
dear
girl
,
there
was
no
need
of
this
.
"
