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"
My
head
aches
and
I
’
m
tired
,
so
I
thought
maybe
some
of
you
would
go
,
"
said
Beth
.
"
Amy
will
be
in
presently
,
and
she
will
run
down
for
us
,
"
suggested
Meg
.
So
Beth
lay
down
on
the
sofa
,
the
others
returned
to
their
work
,
and
the
Hummels
were
forgotten
.
An
hour
passed
.
Amy
did
not
come
,
Meg
went
to
her
room
to
try
on
a
new
dress
,
Jo
was
absorbed
in
her
story
,
and
Hannah
was
sound
asleep
before
the
kitchen
fire
,
when
Beth
quietly
put
on
her
hood
,
filled
her
basket
with
odds
and
ends
for
the
poor
children
,
and
went
out
into
the
chilly
air
with
a
heavy
head
and
a
grieved
look
in
her
patient
eyes
.
It
was
late
when
she
came
back
,
and
no
one
saw
her
creep
upstairs
and
shut
herself
into
her
mother
’
s
room
.
Half
an
hour
after
,
Jo
went
to
‘
Mother
’
s
closet
’
for
something
,
and
there
found
little
Beth
sitting
on
the
medicine
chest
,
looking
very
grave
,
with
red
eyes
and
a
camphor
bottle
in
her
hand
.
"
Christopher
Columbus
!
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
cried
Jo
,
as
Beth
put
out
her
hand
as
if
to
warn
her
off
,
and
asked
quickly
.
.
.
"
You
’
ve
had
the
scarlet
fever
,
haven
’
t
you
?
"
"
Years
ago
,
when
Meg
did
.
Why
?
"
"
Then
I
’
ll
tell
you
.
Oh
,
Jo
,
the
baby
’
s
dead
!
"
"
What
baby
?
"
"
Mrs
.
Hummel
’
s
.
It
died
in
my
lap
before
she
got
home
,
"
cried
Beth
with
a
sob
.
"
My
poor
dear
,
how
dreadful
for
you
!
I
ought
to
have
gone
,
"
said
Jo
,
taking
her
sister
in
her
arms
as
she
sat
down
in
her
mother
’
s
big
chair
,
with
a
remorseful
face
.
