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"
Nothing
could
have
been
worse
,
"
was
Amy
’
s
crushing
reply
.
"
What
possessed
you
to
tell
those
stories
about
my
saddle
,
and
the
hats
and
boots
,
and
all
the
rest
of
it
?
"
"
Why
,
it
’
s
funny
,
and
amuses
people
.
They
know
we
are
poor
,
so
it
’
s
no
use
pretending
that
we
have
grooms
,
buy
three
or
four
hats
a
season
,
and
have
things
as
easy
and
fine
as
they
do
.
"
"
You
needn
’
t
go
and
tell
them
all
our
little
shifts
,
and
expose
our
poverty
in
that
perfectly
unnecessary
way
.
You
haven
’
t
a
bit
of
proper
pride
,
and
never
will
learn
when
to
hold
your
tongue
and
when
to
speak
,
"
said
Amy
despairingly
.
Poor
Jo
looked
abashed
,
and
silently
chafed
the
end
of
her
nose
with
the
stiff
handkerchief
,
as
if
performing
a
penance
for
her
misdemeanors
.
"
How
shall
I
behave
here
?
"
she
asked
,
as
they
approached
the
third
mansion
.
"
Just
as
you
please
.
I
wash
my
hands
of
you
,
"
was
Amy
’
s
short
answer
.
"
Then
I
’
ll
enjoy
myself
.
The
boys
are
at
home
,
and
we
’
ll
have
a
comfortable
time
.
Goodness
knows
I
need
a
little
change
,
for
elegance
has
a
bad
effect
upon
my
constitution
,
"
returned
Jo
gruffly
,
being
disturbed
by
her
failure
to
suit
.
An
enthusiastic
welcome
from
three
big
boys
and
several
pretty
children
speedily
soothed
her
ruffled
feelings
,
and
leaving
Amy
to
entertain
the
hostess
and
Mr
.
Tudor
,
who
happened
to
be
calling
likewise
,
Jo
devoted
herself
to
the
young
folks
and
found
the
change
refreshing
.
She
listened
to
college
stories
with
deep
interest
,
caressed
pointers
and
poodles
without
a
murmur
,
agreed
heartily
that
"
Tom
Brown
was
a
brick
,
"
regardless
of
the
improper
form
of
praise
,
and
when
one
lad
proposed
a
visit
to
his
turtle
tank
,
she
went
with
an
alacrity
which
caused
Mamma
to
smile
upon
her
,
as
that
motherly
lady
settled
the
cap
which
was
left
in
a
ruinous
condition
by
filial
hugs
,
bearlike
but
affectionate
,
and
dearer
to
her
than
the
most
faultless
coiffure
from
the
hands
of
an
inspired
Frenchwoman
.
Leaving
her
sister
to
her
own
devices
,
Amy
proceeded
to
enjoy
herself
to
her
heart
’
s
content
.
Mr
.
Tudor
’
s
uncle
had
married
an
English
lady
who
was
third
cousin
to
a
living
lord
,
and
Amy
regarded
the
whole
family
with
great
respect
,
for
in
spite
of
her
American
birth
and
breeding
,
she
possessed
that
reverence
for
titles
which
haunts
the
best
of
us
—
that
unacknowledged
loyalty
to
the
early
faith
in
kings
which
set
the
most
democratic
nation
under
the
sun
in
ferment
at
the
coming
of
a
royal
yellow
-
haired
laddie
,
some
years
ago
,
and
which
still
has
something
to
do
with
the
love
the
young
country
bears
the
old
,
like
that
of
a
big
son
for
an
imperious
little
mother
,
who
held
him
while
she
could
,
and
let
him
go
with
a
farewell
scolding
when
he
rebelled
.
But
even
the
satisfaction
of
talking
with
a
distant
connection
of
the
British
nobility
did
not
render
Amy
forgetful
of
time
,
and
when
the
proper
number
of
minutes
had
passed
,
she
reluctantly
tore
herself
from
this
aristocratic
society
,
and
looked
about
for
Jo
,
fervently
hoping
that
her
incorrigible
sister
would
not
be
found
in
any
position
which
should
bring
disgrace
upon
the
name
of
March
.
