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I
am
content
to
see
Meg
begin
humbly
,
for
if
I
am
not
mistaken
,
she
will
be
rich
in
the
possession
of
a
good
man
’
s
heart
,
and
that
is
better
than
a
fortune
.
"
"
I
understand
,
Mother
,
and
quite
agree
,
but
I
’
m
disappointed
about
Meg
,
for
I
’
d
planned
to
have
her
marry
Teddy
by
-
and
-
by
and
sit
in
the
lap
of
luxury
all
her
days
.
Wouldn
’
t
it
be
nice
?
"
asked
Jo
,
looking
up
with
a
brighter
face
.
"
He
is
younger
than
she
,
you
know
,
"
began
Mrs
.
March
,
but
Jo
broke
in
.
.
.
"
Only
a
little
,
he
’
s
old
for
his
age
,
and
tall
,
and
can
be
quite
grown
-
up
in
his
manners
if
he
likes
.
Then
he
’
s
rich
and
generous
and
good
,
and
loves
us
all
,
and
I
say
it
’
s
a
pity
my
plan
is
spoiled
.
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
Laurie
is
hardly
grown
-
up
enough
for
Meg
,
and
altogether
too
much
of
a
weathercock
just
now
for
anyone
to
depend
on
.
Don
’
t
make
plans
,
Jo
,
but
let
time
and
their
own
hearts
mate
your
friends
.
We
can
’
t
meddle
safely
in
such
matters
,
and
had
better
not
get
‘
romantic
rubbish
’
as
you
call
it
,
into
our
heads
,
lest
it
spoil
our
friendship
.
"
"
Well
,
I
won
’
t
,
but
I
hate
to
see
things
going
all
crisscross
and
getting
snarled
up
,
when
a
pull
here
and
a
snip
there
would
straighten
it
out
.
I
wish
wearing
flatirons
on
our
heads
would
keep
us
from
growing
up
.
But
buds
will
be
roses
,
and
kittens
cats
,
more
’
s
the
pity
!
"
"
What
’
s
that
about
flatirons
and
cats
?
"
asked
Meg
,
as
she
crept
into
the
room
with
the
finished
letter
in
her
hand
.
"
Only
one
of
my
stupid
speeches
.
I
’
m
going
to
bed
.
Come
,
Peggy
,
"
said
Jo
,
unfolding
herself
like
an
animated
puzzle
"
Quite
right
,
and
beautifully
written
.
Please
add
that
I
send
my
love
to
John
,
"
said
Mrs
.
March
,
as
she
glanced
over
the
letter
and
gave
it
back
.
"
Do
you
call
him
‘
John
’
?
"
asked
Meg
,
smiling
,
with
her
innocent
eyes
looking
down
into
her
mother
’
s
.
