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They
kissed
her
quietly
,
and
went
to
bed
as
silently
as
if
the
dear
invalid
lay
in
the
next
room
.
Beth
and
Amy
soon
fell
asleep
in
spite
of
the
great
trouble
,
but
Meg
lay
awake
,
thinking
the
most
serious
thoughts
she
had
ever
known
in
her
short
life
.
Jo
lay
motionless
,
and
her
sister
fancied
that
she
was
asleep
,
till
a
stifled
sob
made
her
exclaim
,
as
she
touched
a
wet
cheek
.
.
.
"
Jo
,
dear
,
what
is
it
?
Are
you
crying
about
father
?
"
"
No
,
not
now
.
"
"
What
then
?
"
"
My
.
.
.
My
hair
!
"
burst
out
poor
Jo
,
trying
vainly
to
smother
her
emotion
in
the
pillow
.
It
did
not
seem
at
all
comical
to
Meg
,
who
kissed
and
caressed
the
afflicted
heroine
in
the
tenderest
manner
.
"
I
’
m
not
sorry
,
"
protested
Jo
,
with
a
choke
.
"
I
’
d
do
it
again
tomorrow
,
if
I
could
.
It
’
s
only
the
vain
part
of
me
that
goes
and
cries
in
this
silly
way
.
Don
’
t
tell
anyone
,
it
’
s
all
over
now
.
I
thought
you
were
asleep
,
so
I
just
made
a
little
private
moan
for
my
one
beauty
.
How
came
you
to
be
awake
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
sleep
,
I
’
m
so
anxious
,
"
said
Meg
.
"
Think
about
something
pleasant
,
and
you
’
ll
soon
drop
off
.
"
"
I
tried
it
,
but
felt
wider
awake
than
ever
.
"
