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"
If
Mother
would
only
come
now
!
"
said
Jo
,
as
the
winter
night
began
to
wane
.
"
See
,
"
said
Meg
,
coming
up
with
a
white
,
half
-
opened
rose
,
"
I
thought
this
would
hardly
be
ready
to
lay
in
Beth
’
s
hand
tomorrow
if
she
—
went
away
from
us
.
But
it
has
blossomed
in
the
night
,
and
now
I
mean
to
put
it
in
my
vase
here
,
so
that
when
the
darling
wakes
,
the
first
thing
she
sees
will
be
the
little
rose
,
and
Mother
’
s
face
.
"
Never
had
the
sun
risen
so
beautifully
,
and
never
had
the
world
seemed
so
lovely
as
it
did
to
the
heavy
eyes
of
Meg
and
Jo
,
as
they
looked
out
in
the
early
morning
,
when
their
long
,
sad
vigil
was
done
.
"
It
looks
like
a
fairy
world
,
"
said
Meg
,
smiling
to
herself
,
as
she
stood
behind
the
curtain
,
watching
the
dazzling
sight
.
"
Hark
!
"
cried
Jo
,
starting
to
her
feet
.
Yes
,
there
was
a
sound
of
bells
at
the
door
below
,
a
cry
from
Hannah
,
and
then
Laurie
’
s
voice
saying
in
a
joyful
whisper
,
"
Girls
,
she
’
s
come
!
She
’
s
come
!
"
While
these
things
were
happening
at
home
,
Amy
was
having
hard
times
at
Aunt
March
’
s
.
She
felt
her
exile
deeply
,
and
for
the
first
time
in
her
life
,
realized
how
much
she
was
beloved
and
petted
at
home
.
Aunt
March
never
petted
any
one
;
she
did
not
approve
of
it
,
but
she
meant
to
be
kind
,
for
the
well
-
behaved
little
girl
pleased
her
very
much
,
and
Aunt
March
had
a
soft
place
in
her
old
heart
for
her
nephew
’
s
children
,
though
she
didn
’
t
think
it
proper
to
confess
it
.
She
really
did
her
best
to
make
Amy
happy
,
but
,
dear
me
,
what
mistakes
she
made
.
Some
old
people
keep
young
at
heart
in
spite
of
wrinkles
and
gray
hairs
,
can
sympathize
with
children
’
s
little
cares
and
joys
,
make
them
feel
at
home
,
and
can
hide
wise
lessons
under
pleasant
plays
,
giving
and
receiving
friendship
in
the
sweetest
way
.
But
Aunt
March
had
not
this
gift
,
and
she
worried
Amy
very
much
with
her
rules
and
orders
,
her
prim
ways
,
and
long
,
prosy
talks
.
Finding
the
child
more
docile
and
amiable
than
her
sister
,
the
old
lady
felt
it
her
duty
to
try
and
counteract
,
as
far
as
possible
,
the
bad
effects
of
home
freedom
and
indulgence
.
So
she
took
Amy
by
the
hand
,
and
taught
her
as
she
herself
had
been
taught
sixty
years
ago
,
a
process
which
carried
dismay
to
Amy
’
s
soul
,
and
made
her
feel
like
a
fly
in
the
web
of
a
very
strict
spider
.
She
had
to
wash
the
cups
every
morning
,
and
polish
up
the
old
-
fashioned
spoons
,
the
fat
silver
teapot
,
and
the
glasses
till
they
shone
.
Then
she
must
dust
the
room
,
and
what
a
trying
job
that
was
.
Not
a
speck
escaped
Aunt
March
’
s
eye
,
and
all
the
furniture
had
claw
legs
and
much
carving
,
which
was
never
dusted
to
suit
.
Then
Polly
had
to
be
fed
,
the
lap
dog
combed
,
and
a
dozen
trips
upstairs
and
down
to
get
things
or
deliver
orders
,
for
the
old
lady
was
very
lame
and
seldom
left
her
big
chair
.
After
these
tiresome
labors
,
she
must
do
her
lessons
,
which
was
a
daily
trial
of
every
virtue
she
possessed
.
Then
she
was
allowed
one
hour
for
exercise
or
play
,
and
didn
’
t
she
enjoy
it
?
Laurie
came
every
day
,
and
wheedled
Aunt
March
till
Amy
was
allowed
to
go
out
with
him
,
when
they
walked
and
rode
and
had
capital
times
.
After
dinner
,
she
had
to
read
aloud
,
and
sit
still
while
the
old
lady
slept
,
which
she
usually
did
for
an
hour
,
as
she
dropped
off
over
the
first
page
.
Then
patchwork
or
towels
appeared
,
and
Amy
sewed
with
outward
meekness
and
inward
rebellion
till
dusk
,
when
she
was
allowed
to
amuse
herself
as
she
liked
till
teatime
.
The
evenings
were
the
worst
of
all
,
for
Aunt
March
fell
to
telling
long
stories
about
her
youth
,
which
were
so
unutterably
dull
that
Amy
was
always
ready
to
go
to
bed
,
intending
to
cry
over
her
hard
fate
,
but
usually
going
to
sleep
before
she
had
squeezed
out
more
than
a
tear
or
two
.
