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And
taking
up
the
hand
which
lay
on
the
arm
of
his
chair
,
he
pointed
to
the
roughened
forefinger
,
a
burn
on
the
back
,
and
two
or
three
little
hard
spots
on
the
palm
.
"
I
remember
a
time
when
this
hand
was
white
and
smooth
,
and
your
first
care
was
to
keep
it
so
.
It
was
very
pretty
then
,
but
to
me
it
is
much
prettier
now
,
for
in
this
seeming
blemishes
I
read
a
little
history
.
A
burnt
offering
has
been
made
to
vanity
,
this
hardened
palm
has
earned
something
better
than
blisters
,
and
I
’
m
sure
the
sewing
done
by
these
pricked
fingers
will
last
a
long
time
,
so
much
good
will
went
into
the
stitches
.
Meg
,
my
dear
,
I
value
the
womanly
skill
which
keeps
home
happy
more
than
white
hands
or
fashionable
accomplishments
.
I
’
m
proud
to
shake
this
good
,
industrious
little
hand
,
and
hope
I
shall
not
soon
be
asked
to
give
it
away
.
"
If
Meg
had
wanted
a
reward
for
hours
of
patient
labor
,
she
received
it
in
the
hearty
pressure
of
her
father
’
s
hand
and
the
approving
smile
he
gave
her
.
"
What
about
Jo
?
Please
say
something
nice
,
for
she
has
tried
so
hard
and
been
so
very
,
very
good
to
me
,
"
said
Beth
in
her
father
’
s
ear
.
He
laughed
and
looked
across
at
the
tall
girl
who
sat
opposite
,
with
an
unusually
mild
expression
in
her
face
.
"
In
spite
of
the
curly
crop
,
I
don
’
t
see
the
‘
son
Jo
’
whom
I
left
a
year
ago
,
"
said
Mr
.
March
.
"
I
see
a
young
lady
who
pins
her
collar
straight
,
laces
her
boots
neatly
,
and
neither
whistles
,
talks
slang
,
nor
lies
on
the
rug
as
she
used
to
do
.
Her
face
is
rather
thin
and
pale
just
now
,
with
watching
and
anxiety
,
but
I
like
to
look
at
it
,
for
it
has
grown
gentler
,
and
her
voice
is
lower
.
She
doesn
’
t
bounce
,
but
moves
quietly
,
and
takes
care
of
a
certain
little
person
in
a
motherly
way
which
delights
me
.
I
rather
miss
my
wild
girl
,
but
if
I
get
a
strong
,
helpful
,
tenderhearted
woman
in
her
place
,
I
shall
feel
quite
satisfied
.
I
don
’
t
know
whether
the
shearing
sobered
our
black
sheep
,
but
I
do
know
that
in
all
Washington
I
couldn
’
t
find
anything
beautiful
enough
to
be
bought
with
the
five
-
and
-
twenty
dollars
my
good
girl
sent
me
.
"
Jo
’
s
keen
eyes
were
rather
dim
for
a
minute
,
and
her
thin
face
grew
rosy
in
the
firelight
as
she
received
her
father
’
s
praise
,
feeling
that
she
did
deserve
a
portion
of
it
.
"
Now
,
Beth
,
"
said
Amy
,
longing
for
her
turn
,
but
ready
to
wait
.
"
There
’
s
so
little
of
her
,
I
’
m
afraid
to
say
much
,
for
fear
she
will
slip
away
altogether
,
though
she
is
not
so
shy
as
she
used
to
be
,
"
began
their
father
cheerfully
.
But
recollecting
how
nearly
he
had
lost
her
,
he
held
her
close
,
saying
tenderly
,
with
her
cheek
against
his
own
,
"
I
’
ve
got
you
safe
,
my
Beth
,
and
I
’
ll
keep
you
so
,
please
God
.
"
After
a
minute
’
s
silence
,
he
looked
down
at
Amy
,
who
sat
on
the
cricket
at
his
feet
,
and
said
,
with
a
caress
of
the
shining
hair
.
.
.
