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Amy
felt
that
there
was
something
behind
this
,
but
could
not
guess
what
,
and
said
quietly
,
feeling
hurt
,
and
showing
that
she
did
,
"
Perhaps
you
had
rather
I
took
no
table
at
all
?
"
"
Now
,
my
dear
,
don
’
t
have
any
ill
feeling
,
I
beg
.
It
’
s
merely
a
matter
of
expediency
,
you
see
,
my
girls
will
naturally
take
the
lead
,
and
this
table
is
considered
their
proper
place
.
I
think
it
very
appropriate
to
you
,
and
feel
very
grateful
for
your
efforts
to
make
it
so
pretty
,
but
we
must
give
up
our
private
wishes
,
of
course
,
and
I
will
see
that
you
have
a
good
place
elsewhere
.
Wouldn
’
t
you
like
the
flower
table
?
The
little
girls
undertook
it
,
but
they
are
discouraged
.
You
could
make
a
charming
thing
of
it
,
and
the
flower
table
is
always
attractive
you
know
.
"
"
Especially
to
gentlemen
,
"
added
May
,
with
a
look
which
enlightened
Amy
as
to
one
cause
of
her
sudden
fall
from
favor
.
She
colored
angrily
,
but
took
no
other
notice
of
that
girlish
sarcasm
,
and
answered
with
unexpected
amiability
.
.
.
"
It
shall
be
as
you
please
,
Mrs
.
Chester
.
I
’
ll
give
up
my
place
here
at
once
,
and
attend
to
the
flowers
,
if
you
like
.
"
"
You
can
put
your
own
things
on
your
own
table
,
if
you
prefer
,
"
began
May
,
feeling
a
little
conscience
-
stricken
,
as
she
looked
at
the
pretty
racks
,
the
painted
shells
,
and
quaint
illuminations
Amy
had
so
carefully
made
and
so
gracefully
arranged
.
She
meant
it
kindly
,
but
Amy
mistook
her
meaning
,
and
said
quickly
.
.
.
"
Oh
,
certainly
,
if
they
are
in
your
way
,
"
and
sweeping
her
contributions
into
her
apron
,
pell
-
mell
,
she
walked
off
,
feeling
that
herself
and
her
works
of
art
had
been
insulted
past
forgiveness
.
"
Now
she
’
s
mad
.
Oh
,
dear
,
I
wish
I
hadn
’
t
asked
you
to
speak
,
Mama
,
"
said
May
,
looking
disconsolately
at
the
empty
spaces
on
her
table
.
"
Girls
’
quarrels
are
soon
over
,
"
returned
her
mother
,
feeling
a
trifle
ashamed
of
her
own
part
in
this
one
,
as
well
she
might
.
The
little
girls
hailed
Amy
and
her
treasures
with
delight
,
which
cordial
reception
somewhat
soothed
her
perturbed
spirit
,
and
she
fell
to
work
,
determined
to
succeed
florally
,
if
she
could
not
artistically
.
But
everything
seemed
against
her
.
It
was
late
,
and
she
was
tired
.
Everyone
was
too
busy
with
their
own
affairs
to
help
her
,
and
the
little
girls
were
only
hindrances
,
for
the
dears
fussed
and
chattered
like
so
many
magpies
,
making
a
great
deal
of
confusion
in
their
artless
efforts
to
preserve
the
most
perfect
order
.
The
evergreen
arch
wouldn
’
t
stay
firm
after
she
got
it
up
,
but
wiggled
and
threatened
to
tumble
down
on
her
head
when
the
hanging
baskets
were
filled
.
Her
best
tile
got
a
splash
of
water
,
which
left
a
sepia
tear
on
the
Cupid
’
s
cheek
.
She
bruised
her
hands
with
hammering
,
and
got
cold
working
in
a
draft
,
which
last
affliction
filled
her
with
apprehensions
for
the
morrow
.
Any
girl
reader
who
has
suffered
like
afflictions
will
sympathize
with
poor
Amy
and
wish
her
well
through
her
task
.
There
was
great
indignation
at
home
when
she
told
her
story
that
evening
.
Her
mother
said
it
was
a
shame
,
but
told
her
she
had
done
right
.
Beth
declared
she
wouldn
’
t
go
to
the
fair
at
all
,
and
Jo
demanded
why
she
didn
’
t
take
all
her
pretty
things
and
leave
those
mean
people
to
get
on
without
her
.
