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It
was
silly
,
I
dare
say
,
but
it
changed
his
mind
,
for
I
got
rather
excited
,
and
told
the
story
in
my
topsy
-
turvy
way
,
and
his
wife
heard
,
and
said
so
kindly
,
‘
Take
it
,
Thomas
,
and
oblige
the
young
lady
.
I
’
d
do
as
much
for
our
Jimmy
any
day
if
I
had
a
spire
of
hair
worth
selling
.
"
"
Who
was
Jimmy
?
"
asked
Amy
,
who
liked
to
have
things
explained
as
they
went
along
.
"
Her
son
,
she
said
,
who
was
in
the
army
.
How
friendly
such
things
make
strangers
feel
,
don
’
t
they
?
She
talked
away
all
the
time
the
man
clipped
,
and
diverted
my
mind
nicely
.
"
"
Didn
’
t
you
feel
dreadfully
when
the
first
cut
came
?
"
asked
Meg
,
with
a
shiver
.
"
I
took
a
last
look
at
my
hair
while
the
man
got
his
things
,
and
that
was
the
end
of
it
.
I
never
snivel
over
trifles
like
that
.
I
will
confess
,
though
,
I
felt
queer
when
I
saw
the
dear
old
hair
laid
out
on
the
table
,
and
felt
only
the
short
rough
ends
of
my
head
.
It
almost
seemed
as
if
I
’
d
an
arm
or
leg
off
.
The
woman
saw
me
look
at
it
,
and
picked
out
a
long
lock
for
me
to
keep
.
I
’
ll
give
it
to
you
,
Marmee
,
just
to
remember
past
glories
by
,
for
a
crop
is
so
comfortable
I
don
’
t
think
I
shall
ever
have
a
mane
again
.
"
Mrs
.
March
folded
the
wavy
chestnut
lock
,
and
laid
it
away
with
a
short
gray
one
in
her
desk
.
She
only
said
,
"
Thank
you
,
deary
,
"
but
something
in
her
face
made
the
girls
change
the
subject
,
and
talk
as
cheerfully
as
they
could
about
Mr
.
Brooke
’
s
kindness
,
the
prospect
of
a
fine
day
tomorrow
,
and
the
happy
times
they
would
have
when
Father
came
home
to
be
nursed
.
No
one
wanted
to
go
to
bed
when
at
ten
o
’
clock
Mrs
.
March
put
by
the
last
finished
job
,
and
said
,
"
Come
girls
.
"
Beth
went
to
the
piano
and
played
the
father
’
s
favorite
hymn
.
All
began
bravely
,
but
broke
down
one
by
one
till
Beth
was
left
alone
,
singing
with
all
her
heart
,
for
to
her
music
was
always
a
sweet
consoler
.
"
Go
to
bed
and
don
’
t
talk
,
for
we
must
be
up
early
and
shall
need
all
the
sleep
we
can
get
.
Good
night
,
my
darlings
,
"
said
Mrs
.
March
,
as
the
hymn
ended
,
for
no
one
cared
to
try
another
.
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
.
.
.
