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As
everyone
exclaimed
,
and
Beth
hugged
the
cropped
head
tenderly
,
Jo
assumed
an
indifferent
air
,
which
did
not
deceive
anyone
a
particle
,
and
said
,
rumpling
up
the
brown
bush
and
trying
to
look
as
if
she
liked
it
,
"
It
doesn
’
t
affect
the
fate
of
the
nation
,
so
don
’
t
wail
,
Beth
.
It
will
be
good
for
my
vanity
,
I
was
getting
too
proud
of
my
wig
.
It
will
do
my
brains
good
to
have
that
mop
taken
off
.
My
head
feels
deliciously
light
and
cool
,
and
the
barber
said
I
could
soon
have
a
curly
crop
,
which
will
be
boyish
,
becoming
,
and
easy
to
keep
in
order
.
I
’
m
satisfied
,
so
please
take
the
money
and
let
’
s
have
supper
.
"
"
Tell
me
all
about
it
,
Jo
.
I
am
not
quite
satisfied
,
but
I
can
’
t
blame
you
,
for
I
know
how
willingly
you
sacrificed
your
vanity
,
as
you
call
it
,
to
your
love
.
But
,
my
dear
,
it
was
not
necessary
,
and
I
’
m
afraid
you
will
regret
it
one
of
these
days
,
"
said
Mrs
.
March
.
"
No
,
I
won
’
t
!
"
returned
Jo
stoutly
,
feeling
much
relieved
that
her
prank
was
not
entirely
condemned
.
"
What
made
you
do
it
?
"
asked
Amy
,
who
would
as
soon
have
thought
of
cutting
off
her
head
as
her
pretty
hair
.
"
Well
,
I
was
wild
to
do
something
for
Father
,
"
replied
Jo
,
as
they
gathered
about
the
table
,
for
healthy
young
people
can
eat
even
in
the
midst
of
trouble
.
"
I
hate
to
borrow
as
much
as
Mother
does
,
and
I
knew
Aunt
March
would
croak
,
she
always
does
,
if
you
ask
for
a
ninepence
.
Meg
gave
all
her
quarterly
salary
toward
the
rent
,
and
I
only
got
some
clothes
with
mine
,
so
I
felt
wicked
,
and
was
bound
to
have
some
money
,
if
I
sold
the
nose
off
my
face
to
get
it
.
"
"
You
needn
’
t
feel
wicked
,
my
child
!
You
had
no
winter
things
and
got
the
simplest
with
your
own
hard
earnings
,
"
said
Mrs
.
March
with
a
look
that
warmed
Jo
’
s
heart
.
"
I
hadn
’
t
the
least
idea
of
selling
my
hair
at
first
,
but
as
I
went
along
I
kept
thinking
what
I
could
do
,
and
feeling
as
if
I
’
d
like
to
dive
into
some
of
the
rich
stores
and
help
myself
.
In
a
barber
’
s
window
I
saw
tails
of
hair
with
the
prices
marked
,
and
one
black
tail
,
not
so
thick
as
mine
,
was
forty
dollars
.
It
came
to
me
all
of
a
sudden
that
I
had
one
thing
to
make
money
out
of
,
and
without
stopping
to
think
,
I
walked
in
,
asked
if
they
bought
hair
,
and
what
they
would
give
for
mine
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
see
how
you
dared
to
do
it
,
"
said
Beth
in
a
tone
of
awe
.
"
Oh
,
he
was
a
little
man
who
looked
as
if
he
merely
lived
to
oil
his
hair
.
He
rather
stared
at
first
,
as
if
he
wasn
’
t
used
to
having
girls
bounce
into
his
shop
and
ask
him
to
buy
their
hair
.
He
said
he
didn
’
t
care
about
mine
,
it
wasn
’
t
the
fashionable
color
,
and
he
never
paid
much
for
it
in
the
first
place
.
The
work
put
into
it
made
it
dear
,
and
so
on
.
It
was
getting
late
,
and
I
was
afraid
if
it
wasn
’
t
done
right
away
that
I
shouldn
’
t
have
it
done
at
all
,
and
you
know
when
I
start
to
do
a
thing
,
I
hate
to
give
it
up
.
So
I
begged
him
to
take
it
,
and
told
him
why
I
was
in
such
a
hurry
.
