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"
Ha
,
ha
!
Never
say
die
,
take
a
pinch
of
snuff
,
goodbye
,
goodbye
!
"
squalled
Polly
,
dancing
on
her
perch
,
and
clawing
at
the
old
lady
’
s
cap
as
Laurie
tweaked
him
in
the
rear
.
"
Hold
your
tongue
,
you
disrespectful
old
bird
!
And
,
Jo
,
you
’
d
better
go
at
once
.
It
isn
’
t
proper
to
be
gadding
about
so
late
with
a
rattlepated
boy
like
.
.
.
"
"
Hold
your
tongue
,
you
disrespectful
old
bird
!
"
cried
Polly
,
tumbling
off
the
chair
with
a
bounce
,
and
running
to
peck
the
‘
rattlepated
’
boy
,
who
was
shaking
with
laughter
at
the
last
speech
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
can
bear
it
,
but
I
’
ll
try
,
"
thought
Amy
,
as
she
was
left
alone
with
Aunt
March
.
"
Get
along
,
you
fright
!
"
screamed
Polly
,
and
at
that
rude
speech
Amy
could
not
restrain
a
sniff
.
Beth
did
have
the
fever
,
and
was
much
sicker
than
anyone
but
Hannah
and
the
doctor
suspected
.
The
girls
knew
nothing
about
illness
,
and
Mr
.
Laurence
was
not
allowed
to
see
her
,
so
Hannah
had
everything
her
own
way
,
and
busy
Dr
.
Bangs
did
his
best
,
but
left
a
good
deal
to
the
excellent
nurse
.
Meg
stayed
at
home
,
lest
she
should
infect
the
Kings
,
and
kept
house
,
feeling
very
anxious
and
a
little
guilty
when
she
wrote
letters
in
which
no
mention
was
made
of
Beth
’
s
illness
.
She
could
not
think
it
right
to
deceive
her
mother
,
but
she
had
been
bidden
to
mind
Hannah
,
and
Hannah
wouldn
’
t
hear
of
‘
Mrs
.
March
bein
’
told
,
and
worried
just
for
sech
a
trifle
.
’
Jo
devoted
herself
to
Beth
day
and
night
,
not
a
hard
task
,
for
Beth
was
very
patient
,
and
bore
her
pain
uncomplainingly
as
long
as
she
could
control
herself
.
But
there
came
a
time
when
during
the
fever
fits
she
began
to
talk
in
a
hoarse
,
broken
voice
,
to
play
on
the
coverlet
as
if
on
her
beloved
little
piano
,
and
try
to
sing
with
a
throat
so
swollen
that
there
was
no
music
left
,
a
time
when
she
did
not
know
the
familiar
faces
around
her
,
but
addressed
them
by
wrong
names
,
and
called
imploringly
for
her
mother
.
Then
Jo
grew
frightened
,
Meg
begged
to
be
allowed
to
write
the
truth
,
and
even
Hannah
said
she
‘
would
think
of
it
,
though
there
was
no
danger
yet
’
.
A
letter
from
Washington
added
to
their
trouble
,
for
Mr
.
March
had
had
a
relapse
,
and
could
not
think
of
coming
home
for
a
long
while
.
How
dark
the
days
seemed
now
,
how
sad
and
lonely
the
house
,
and
how
heavy
were
the
hearts
of
the
sisters
as
they
worked
and
waited
,
while
the
shadow
of
death
hovered
over
the
once
happy
home
.
Then
it
was
that
Margaret
,
sitting
alone
with
tears
dropping
often
on
her
work
,
felt
how
rich
she
had
been
in
things
more
precious
than
any
luxuries
money
could
buy
—
in
love
,
protection
,
peace
,
and
health
,
the
real
blessings
of
life
.
Then
it
was
that
Jo
,
living
in
the
darkened
room
,
with
that
suffering
little
sister
always
before
her
eyes
and
that
pathetic
voice
sounding
in
her
ears
,
learned
to
see
the
beauty
and
the
sweetness
of
Beth
’
s
nature
,
to
feel
how
deep
and
tender
a
place
she
filled
in
all
hearts
,
and
to
acknowledge
the
worth
of
Beth
’
s
unselfish
ambition
to
live
for
others
,
and
make
home
happy
by
that
exercise
of
those
simple
virtues
which
all
may
possess
,
and
which
all
should
love
and
value
more
than
talent
,
wealth
,
or
beauty
.
And
Amy
,
in
her
exile
,
longed
eagerly
to
be
at
home
,
that
she
might
work
for
Beth
,
feeling
now
that
no
service
would
be
hard
or
irksome
,
and
remembering
,
with
regretful
grief
,
how
many
neglected
tasks
those
willing
hands
had
done
for
her
.
Laurie
haunted
the
house
like
a
restless
ghost
,
and
Mr
.
Laurence
locked
the
grand
piano
,
because
he
could
not
bear
to
be
reminded
of
the
young
neighbor
who
used
to
make
the
twilight
pleasant
for
him
.
Everyone
missed
Beth
.
The
milkman
,
baker
,
grocer
,
and
butcher
inquired
how
she
did
,
poor
Mrs
.
Hummel
came
to
beg
pardon
for
her
thoughtlessness
and
to
get
a
shroud
for
Minna
,
the
neighbors
sent
all
sorts
of
comforts
and
good
wishes
,
and
even
those
who
knew
her
best
were
surprised
to
find
how
many
friends
shy
little
Beth
had
made
.
Meanwhile
she
lay
on
her
bed
with
old
Joanna
at
her
side
,
for
even
in
her
wanderings
she
did
not
forget
her
forlorn
protege
.
She
longed
for
her
cats
,
but
would
not
have
them
brought
,
lest
they
should
get
sick
,
and
in
her
quiet
hours
she
was
full
of
anxiety
about
Jo
.
She
sent
loving
messages
to
Amy
,
bade
them
tell
her
mother
that
she
would
write
soon
,
and
often
begged
for
pencil
and
paper
to
try
to
say
a
word
,
that
Father
might
not
think
she
had
neglected
him
.
But
soon
even
these
intervals
of
consciousness
ended
,
and
she
lay
hour
after
hour
,
tossing
to
and
fro
,
with
incoherent
words
on
her
lips
,
or
sank
into
a
heavy
sleep
which
brought
her
no
refreshment
.
Dr
.
Bangs
came
twice
a
day
,
Hannah
sat
up
at
night
,
Meg
kept
a
telegram
in
her
desk
all
ready
to
send
off
at
any
minute
,
and
Jo
never
stirred
from
Beth
’
s
side
.
