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The
beautiful
,
kind
eyes
are
larger
,
and
in
them
lies
an
expression
that
saddens
one
,
although
it
is
not
sad
itself
.
It
is
the
shadow
of
pain
which
touches
the
young
face
with
such
pathetic
patience
,
but
Beth
seldom
complains
and
always
speaks
hopefully
of
‘
being
better
soon
’
.
Amy
is
with
truth
considered
‘
the
flower
of
the
family
’
,
for
at
sixteen
she
has
the
air
and
bearing
of
a
full
-
grown
woman
,
not
beautiful
,
but
possessed
of
that
indescribable
charm
called
grace
.
One
saw
it
in
the
lines
of
her
figure
,
the
make
and
motion
of
her
hands
,
the
flow
of
her
dress
,
the
droop
of
her
hair
,
unconscious
yet
harmonious
,
and
as
attractive
to
many
as
beauty
itself
.
Amy
’
s
nose
still
afflicted
her
,
for
it
never
would
grow
Grecian
,
so
did
her
mouth
,
being
too
wide
,
and
having
a
decided
chin
.
These
offending
features
gave
character
to
her
whole
face
,
but
she
never
could
see
it
,
and
consoled
herself
with
her
wonderfully
fair
complexion
,
keen
blue
eyes
,
and
curls
more
golden
and
abundant
than
ever
.
All
three
wore
suits
of
thin
silver
gray
(
their
best
gowns
for
the
summer
)
,
with
blush
roses
in
hair
and
bosom
,
and
all
three
looked
just
what
they
were
,
fresh
-
faced
,
happy
-
hearted
girls
,
pausing
a
moment
in
their
busy
lives
to
read
with
wistful
eyes
the
sweetest
chapter
in
the
romance
of
womanhood
.
There
were
to
be
no
ceremonious
performances
,
everything
was
to
be
as
natural
and
homelike
as
possible
,
so
when
Aunt
March
arrived
,
she
was
scandalized
to
see
the
bride
come
running
to
welcome
and
lead
her
in
,
to
find
the
bridegroom
fastening
up
a
garland
that
had
fallen
down
,
and
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
the
paternal
minister
marching
upstairs
with
a
grave
countenance
and
a
wine
bottle
under
each
arm
.
"
Upon
my
word
,
here
’
s
a
state
of
things
!
"
cried
the
old
lady
,
taking
the
seat
of
honor
prepared
for
her
,
and
settling
the
folds
of
her
lavender
moire
with
a
great
rustle
.
"
You
oughtn
’
t
to
be
seen
till
the
last
minute
,
child
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
a
show
,
Aunty
,
and
no
one
is
coming
to
stare
at
me
,
to
criticize
my
dress
,
or
count
the
cost
of
my
luncheon
.
I
’
m
too
happy
to
care
what
anyone
says
or
thinks
,
and
I
’
m
going
to
have
my
little
wedding
just
as
I
like
it
.
John
,
dear
,
here
’
s
your
hammer
.
"
And
away
went
Meg
to
help
‘
that
man
’
in
his
highly
improper
employment
.
Mr
.
Brooke
didn
’
t
even
say
,
"
Thank
you
,
"
but
as
he
stooped
for
the
unromantic
tool
,
he
kissed
his
little
bride
behind
the
folding
door
,
with
a
look
that
made
Aunt
March
whisk
out
her
pocket
handkerchief
with
a
sudden
dew
in
her
sharp
old
eyes
.
A
crash
,
a
cry
,
and
a
laugh
from
Laurie
,
accompanied
by
the
indecorous
exclamation
,
"
Jupiter
Ammon
!
Jo
’
s
upset
the
cake
again
!
"
caused
a
momentary
flurry
,
which
was
hardly
over
when
a
flock
of
cousins
arrived
,
and
‘
the
party
came
in
’
,
as
Beth
used
to
say
when
a
child
.
"
Don
’
t
let
that
young
giant
come
near
me
,
he
worries
me
worse
than
mosquitoes
,
"
whispered
the
old
lady
to
Amy
,
as
the
rooms
filled
and
Laurie
’
s
black
head
towered
above
the
rest
.
"
He
has
promised
to
be
very
good
today
,
and
he
can
be
perfectly
elegant
if
he
likes
,
"
returned
Amy
,
and
gliding
away
to
warn
Hercules
to
beware
of
the
dragon
,
which
warning
caused
him
to
haunt
the
old
lady
with
a
devotion
that
nearly
distracted
her
.
