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The
little
girl
was
very
sincere
in
all
this
,
for
being
left
alone
outside
the
safe
home
nest
,
she
felt
the
need
of
some
kind
hand
to
hold
by
so
sorely
that
she
instinctively
turned
to
the
strong
and
tender
Friend
,
whose
fatherly
love
most
closely
surrounds
His
little
children
.
She
missed
her
mother
’
s
help
to
understand
and
rule
herself
,
but
having
been
taught
where
to
look
,
she
did
her
best
to
find
the
way
and
walk
in
it
confidingly
.
But
,
Amy
was
a
young
pilgrim
,
and
just
now
her
burden
seemed
very
heavy
.
She
tried
to
forget
herself
,
to
keep
cheerful
,
and
be
satisfied
with
doing
right
,
though
no
one
saw
or
praised
her
for
it
.
In
her
first
effort
at
being
very
,
very
good
,
she
decided
to
make
her
will
,
as
Aunt
March
had
done
,
so
that
if
she
did
fall
ill
and
die
,
her
possessions
might
be
justly
and
generously
divided
.
It
cost
her
a
pang
even
to
think
of
giving
up
the
little
treasures
which
in
her
eyes
were
as
precious
as
the
old
lady
’
s
jewels
.
During
one
of
her
play
hours
she
wrote
out
the
important
document
as
well
as
she
could
,
with
some
help
from
Esther
as
to
certain
legal
terms
,
and
when
the
good
-
natured
Frenchwoman
had
signed
her
name
,
Amy
felt
relieved
and
laid
it
by
to
show
Laurie
,
whom
she
wanted
as
a
second
witness
.
As
it
was
a
rainy
day
,
she
went
upstairs
to
amuse
herself
in
one
of
the
large
chambers
,
and
took
Polly
with
her
for
company
.
In
this
room
there
was
a
wardrobe
full
of
old
-
fashioned
costumes
with
which
Esther
allowed
her
to
play
,
and
it
was
her
favorite
amusement
to
array
herself
in
the
faded
brocades
,
and
parade
up
and
down
before
the
long
mirror
,
making
stately
curtsies
,
and
sweeping
her
train
about
with
a
rustle
which
delighted
her
ears
.
So
busy
was
she
on
this
day
that
she
did
not
hear
Laurie
’
s
ring
nor
see
his
face
peeping
in
at
her
as
she
gravely
promenaded
to
and
fro
,
flirting
her
fan
and
tossing
her
head
,
on
which
she
wore
a
great
pink
turban
,
contrasting
oddly
with
her
blue
brocade
dress
and
yellow
quilted
petticoat
.
She
was
obliged
to
walk
carefully
,
for
she
had
on
high
-
heeled
shoes
,
and
,
as
Laurie
told
Jo
afterward
,
it
was
a
comical
sight
to
see
her
mince
along
in
her
gay
suit
,
with
Polly
sidling
and
bridling
just
behind
her
,
imitating
her
as
well
as
he
could
,
and
occasionally
stopping
to
laugh
or
exclaim
,
"
Ain
’
t
we
fine
?
Get
along
,
you
fright
!
Hold
your
tongue
!
Kiss
me
,
dear
!
Ha
!
Ha
!
"
Having
with
difficulty
restrained
an
explosion
of
merriment
,
lest
it
should
offend
her
majesty
,
Laurie
tapped
and
was
graciously
received
.
"
Sit
down
and
rest
while
I
put
these
things
away
,
then
I
want
to
consult
you
about
a
very
serious
matter
,
"
said
Amy
,
when
she
had
shown
her
splendor
and
driven
Polly
into
a
corner
.
"
That
bird
is
the
trial
of
my
life
,
"
she
continued
,
removing
the
pink
mountain
from
her
head
,
while
Laurie
seated
himself
astride
a
chair
.
"
Yesterday
,
when
Aunt
was
asleep
and
I
was
trying
to
be
as
still
as
a
mouse
,
Polly
began
to
squall
and
flap
about
in
his
cage
,
so
I
went
to
let
him
out
,
and
found
a
big
spider
there
.
I
poked
it
out
,
and
it
ran
under
the
bookcase
.
Polly
marched
straight
after
it
,
stooped
down
and
peeped
under
the
bookcase
,
saying
,
in
his
funny
way
,
with
a
cock
of
his
eye
,
‘
Come
out
and
take
a
walk
,
my
dear
.
’
I
couldn
’
t
help
laughing
,
which
made
Poll
swear
,
and
Aunt
woke
up
and
scolded
us
both
.
"
"
Did
the
spider
accept
the
old
fellow
’
s
invitation
?
"
asked
Laurie
,
yawning
.
"
Yes
,
out
it
came
,
and
away
ran
Polly
,
frightened
to
death
,
and
scrambled
up
on
Aunt
’
s
chair
,
calling
out
,
‘
Catch
her
!
Catch
her
!
Catch
her
!
’
as
I
chased
the
spider
.
"
"
That
’
s
a
lie
!
Oh
,
lor
!
"
cried
the
parrot
,
pecking
at
Laurie
’
s
toes
.
"
I
’
d
wring
your
neck
if
you
were
mine
,
you
old
torment
,
"
cried
Laurie
,
shaking
his
fist
at
the
bird
,
who
put
his
head
on
one
side
and
gravely
croaked
,
"
Allyluyer
!
bless
your
buttons
,
dear
!
"
