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"
They
are
very
pretty
,
but
I
think
you
’
re
rather
too
young
for
such
ornaments
,
Amy
,
"
said
Mrs
.
March
,
looking
at
the
plump
little
hand
,
with
the
band
of
sky
-
blue
stones
on
the
forefinger
,
and
the
quaint
guard
formed
of
two
tiny
golden
hands
clasped
together
.
"
I
’
ll
try
not
to
be
vain
,
"
said
Amy
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
like
it
only
because
it
’
s
so
pretty
,
but
I
want
to
wear
it
as
the
girl
in
the
story
wore
her
bracelet
,
to
remind
me
of
something
.
"
"
Do
you
mean
Aunt
March
?
"
asked
her
mother
,
laughing
.
"
No
,
to
remind
me
not
to
be
selfish
.
"
Amy
looked
so
earnest
and
sincere
about
it
that
her
mother
stopped
laughing
,
and
listened
respectfully
to
the
little
plan
.
"
I
’
ve
thought
a
great
deal
lately
about
my
‘
bundle
of
naughties
’
,
and
being
selfish
is
the
largest
one
in
it
,
so
I
’
m
going
to
try
hard
to
cure
it
,
if
I
can
.
Beth
isn
’
t
selfish
,
and
that
’
s
the
reason
everyone
loves
her
and
feels
so
bad
at
the
thoughts
of
losing
her
.
People
wouldn
’
t
feel
so
bad
about
me
if
I
was
sick
,
and
I
don
’
t
deserve
to
have
them
,
but
I
’
d
like
to
be
loved
and
missed
by
a
great
many
friends
,
so
I
’
m
going
to
try
and
be
like
Beth
all
I
can
.
I
’
m
apt
to
forget
my
resolutions
,
but
if
I
had
something
always
about
me
to
remind
me
,
I
guess
I
should
do
better
.
May
we
try
this
way
?
"
"
Yes
,
but
I
have
more
faith
in
the
corner
of
the
big
closet
.
Wear
your
ring
,
dear
,
and
do
your
best
.
I
think
you
will
prosper
,
for
the
sincere
wish
to
be
good
is
half
the
battle
.
Now
I
must
go
back
to
Beth
.
Keep
up
your
heart
,
little
daughter
,
and
we
will
soon
have
you
home
again
.
"
That
evening
while
Meg
was
writing
to
her
father
to
report
the
traveler
’
s
safe
arrival
,
Jo
slipped
upstairs
into
Beth
’
s
room
,
and
finding
her
mother
in
her
usual
place
,
stood
a
minute
twisting
her
fingers
in
her
hair
,
with
a
worried
gesture
and
an
undecided
look
.
"
What
is
it
,
deary
?
"
asked
Mrs
.
March
,
holding
out
her
hand
,
with
a
face
which
invited
confidence
.
"
I
want
to
tell
you
something
,
Mother
.
"
